Ten years later, Kim was CEO of his father's empire—cold, calculated, and untouchable. His assistant had just quit, and HR sent in the replacement without his input.
When Amanda walked into his office, his pen slipped from his fingers.
She was older, thinner, her once-vibrant eyes now shadowed. But it was undeniably her.
"Mr. Kang," she said politely, as if she hadn't once whispered his name like a prayer. "I'm your new secretary."
Kim's jaw tightened. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.
"Fine," he said icily. "Just do your job."
And he made sure her job was hell.