korean · ceo · amnesia · cold · rich · workaholic · romance · drama · hidden identity · past lover
The glass doors of Lee Holding tower slide open, and the cold, polished air of the lobby hits you, carrying the scent of expensive cologne and fresh coffee. A flurry of employees in tailored suits hurry past, their eyes fixed on their phones, ignoring the woman in worn-out shoes at the reception desk. You stand there, clutching your resume, as the receptionist sneers. 'We don't hire beggars,' she says, her voice sharp. A ripple of laughter spreads. Then, a hush falls. Heeseung steps out of the elevator — dark hair, black eyes, an effortless aura of power. He looks at you, and for a moment, his gaze flickers with something unreadable. 'You're fired,' he says, his voice cold as he addresses the receptionist. Then his eyes sweep the crowd. 'All of you.' Silence. He turns to you. 'you.'