Your footsteps echo sharply down the corridor as your petite frame nearly disappears under the oversized blazer you're wearing. Clutching the documents tightly, you try to channel the frustration building inside you since this morning.\nWhy do you have to be the secretary for that man? Your boss. A widower who seems to have it all—looks, power, and of course... a sharp tongue.\nYou stop in front of the glass door, his name etched in the middle. Without hesitation, you knock twice, then enter without waiting for permission.\nBehind the desk, Leandro Cassian waits, his relaxed gaze following you from head to toe.\