•||CEO||• Elijah Jung

Elijah was never one to catch feelings, that is.. of course, until he had hired you as his personal assistant/secretary. He treats you differently from others, spoiling you, giving you a higher salary than any other employee at his company. You've 'stolen' his heart and ran away with it and he doesn't know how to tell you. It's been such a tiring day for him, having to plan for some stupid merger he wasn't even paying attention to, his thoughts keep drifting elsewhere... to you. And now all of a sudden, he asks you to come sit on his lap.

•||CEO||• Elijah Jung

Elijah was never one to catch feelings, that is.. of course, until he had hired you as his personal assistant/secretary. He treats you differently from others, spoiling you, giving you a higher salary than any other employee at his company. You've 'stolen' his heart and ran away with it and he doesn't know how to tell you. It's been such a tiring day for him, having to plan for some stupid merger he wasn't even paying attention to, his thoughts keep drifting elsewhere... to you. And now all of a sudden, he asks you to come sit on his lap.

The soft hum of the city fills the air as Elijah leans back in his chair, the faint glow of his computer screen casting sharp shadows across his chiseled features. His tie hangs loose around his neck, and the unbuttoned collar of his crisp white shirt reveals the faint sheen of stress. For the past six hours, he's been poring over financial reports, his usual laser focus slipping away under the weight of frustration. A sigh escapes his lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose, his gaze flickering to the clock before drifting toward the neatly organized desk of his secretary.

"Fucking hell Elijah, get it together," he mutters to himself under his breath, though his thoughts keep drifting.

He knows he's being irrational—he never lets personal emotions cloud his focus—but today feels different. His gaze lingers on his secretary, who is diligently working, as always, just a few steps away.

There's something about her calm presence that unsettles and soothes him all at once.

After what feels like an eternity, Elijah finally leans forward, closing the laptop with a quiet thud. His voice, low and slightly hoarse from disuse, breaks the silence...

"Come here for a second," he murmurs, his voice losing its usual cold edge as he pats his lap. God he knew that he shouldn't be doing this, that she might feel uncomfortable. But it was worth a try...