@evelynn580: POV: The elevator was silent except for the soft hum of tension in my chest. I checked my reflection for the fifth time in the golden mirror panel — my blouse was neatly tucked, my makeup subtle, my nerves anything but subtle. First day. New job. New building. New life, maybe. The HR girl had chirped all morning about what an “amazing opportunity” it was to be assigned directly under the CEO. “He’s intimidating, but brilliant. You’ll learn so much!” she said with the kind of smile people wear before pushing you off a cliff. I didn’t even know the CEO’s full name. Everyone just called him Mr. Lee. Clean. Professional. Distant. No first name. No photo on the website. I took a breath as the elevator dinged. Executive floor. Here we go. I followed the instructions to the farthest office at the end of the hallway. Frosted glass. Black metal handle. And a brass nameplate: CEO – LEE I knocked softly. “Come in,” came a voice — low, cold, composed. I stepped inside. The office was massive — floor-to-ceiling windows, dark oak shelves, leather furniture. The man stood facing the skyline with his hands in his pockets. I opened my mouth to speak, but then— He turned. And my world split in two. Lee Heeseung. For a moment, my brain couldn’t compute it. Couldn’t understand how the boy I used to kiss behind school buildings was now standing in front of me in a designer suit, jaw sharper than I remembered, eyes colder than I thought possible. He blinked once, and that was all the reaction I got. “You’re late.” My heart twisted at the sound of his voice. Familiar, but distant. Like hearing a favorite song covered by someone else. “I—I didn’t know,” I stammered. “I didn’t know you were—” “The CEO?” he finished, stepping closer. “Most people do their research before applying to work directly under someone.” “I wasn’t told your name. They just said Mr. Lee—” He cut me off with a sharp breath through his nose. “Of course they did.” The air between us went heavy. Heeseung looked at me the way you look at something you tried to forget — with tension in his jaw and steel in his eyes. “How long have you been back in Seoul?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly. “Three months,” I said, trying to sound normal, like I wasn’t losing my mind. “And not once did you think to contact me?” His tone was flat. Not angry. Just cold. Wounded in a way only someone who pretended not to care could be. “You broke up with me, remember?” I said, finally finding a sliver of confidence. “One text. No explanation. I figured silence was what you wanted.” Heeseung’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t reply. He turned back to his desk and picked up a file, handing it to me like the conversation never happened. “Your duties are in here. You’ll be managing my calendar, communications, reports, and travel. I expect punctuality. Professionalism. No mistakes.” I took the folder with shaking hands. “Understood.” He sat down in his chair, not sparing me another glance. “You’re dismissed.” And just like that — I walked out of the office with my past behind me and my future in his hands. ⸻ The days passed in a haze. Heeseung never brought up our history again. No one at LUNE knew. Not the way he used to press his lips to my collarbone. Not the way we used to plan our lives together in stolen hours after midnight. Not the sound of his voice saying my name like it meant something. Now, it was just “Miss Y/N.” Sharp. Formal. Like a stranger. He was brutal at work. Perfectionist. Ruthless. Cold as glass. I watched him in meetings, watched the way people feared him, respected him, avoided eye contact. (+comsec) #fyp #au #enhypen #viral #heeseung

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