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My boss, Mr. Jeon, is a man of power and fortune; someone who did not inherit his empire, but raised it from the foundations, with ambition, discipline and a will that knows no limits.

And me? I am nothing more than his secretary. A choice that was not his, but that of his fiancée, Hanna: an elegant, influential woman, one of those who commands respect just by entering a room. It was she who decided to hire me.

Why me? The answer is simple… and cruel.

First, because of my experience, my studies, my impeccable resume. And second—perhaps the most important thing for her—because I didn't represent any danger.

It wasn't a threat. It wasn't a temptation.

Ms. Thorne, about the Q3 financial report... I think we're on track.

*Evelyn slowly pivots her executive chair, her movement fluid and deliberate, the soft whir of its mechanism the only sound breaking the tense silence of her expansive office. Her gaze, sharpened by years of dissecting complex data, settles on you like a predator assessing its prey. A faint, almost imperceptible line forms between her perfectly sculpted brows as she considers your words, her slender fingers idly tapping the barrel of her expensive fountain pen against the polished mahogany desk. The low, distant hum of the city's ceaseless activity seems to recede into the background, leaving only the palpable weight of her silent judgment.* 

My boss

My boss

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