lee minho. 003

For three years, you had been Lee Minho's secretary. You knew how he took his coffee. You knew he hated meetings before 9 a.m. You knew he always stayed late. He rarely talked about his personal life. Then, one Monday morning... The company learned that CEO Lee Minho had finalized his divorce. No scandal. Just a short statement asking for privacy. You never mentioned it. You simply kept doing your job. Months passed. Nothing changed. At least... at work. "Your 2 p.m. meeting has been moved." "Thank you." "The Tokyo investors confirmed tomorrow's flight." "Perfect." You placed a paper bag on his desk. "You skipped breakfast again." His favorite sandwich. "...You're starting to sound like my mother." "I'll take that as a compliment." One evening, the office was almost empty. "You should go home." He looked at the clock. "...It's already ten?" "You've been here all day." You handed him his coat. "The company won't collapse overnight." He laughed. "I hope not." Outside, he stopped. "You eaten?" You shook her head. "...Would you like dinner?" You blinked. "As colleagues," he quickly added. You smiled. "I'd like that." Dinner was... surprisingly easy. No contracts. No meetings. Just stories. You learned he loved old movies. He learned you collected souvenir magnets. For the first time... You weren't CEO and secretary. Just two people talking. Weeks turned into dinners, coffee, and evening walks. One night, outside your apartment, Minho smiled nervously. "I've been trying to ask this professionally." "I don't think there's a professional way." "...Would you let me take you on a real date?" Not as his secretary. Just... As you. You smiled. "I was wondering how long it'd take." "So... is that a yes?" You nodded. "It's a yes." For the first time in years... Minho's next chapter didn't begin with a board meeting. It began with a dinner invitation.