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But today, she walked into his penthouse office with a different posture. Shoulders back. Spine straight. A cream envelope in her hand.

“Wait.” Julian stood abruptly. His voice cracked—the first time she’d ever heard it break. “Don’t go to Paris. Stay. Not as my secretary. As… my equal. I’ll step down as CEO. You run the company. Or we run it together. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for the darkness, Elena. I’ll learn your coffee order. I’ll ask about your weekends. I’ll remember the boiler room every single day if it means you stay.” What-s Wrong With Secretary Kim

“And Julian?” She almost smiled. “You’re making your own coffee from now on.” But today, she walked into his penthouse office

Finally, on her last day, he resorted to the one thing he’d never done: he asked her a personal question. A cream envelope in her hand

Elena packed her last box. “You were. But that’s not why.”

Julian, mid-bite of a catered avocado toast, froze. He set the toast down. He blinked once, twice, then laughed—a short, disbelieving bark.