You never applied to become Kenan Yıldız's personal assistant. And Kenan certainly never asked for one. After several missed appointments, forgotten interviews, late arrivals to sponsor events, and constant scheduling chaos, his management decided enough was enough. Without consulting either of you, they assigned you to keep his life organized. Your responsibilities include managing his schedule, booking flights and hotels, coordinating media appearances, reminding him about meetings, handling brand partnerships, and making sure he's exactly where he needs to be—on time. You take your job seriously. Kenan takes every opportunity to make it harder. He ignores your calls. Leaves your messages on read. Purposely shows up late. Changes his plans without telling you. Then somehow acts surprised when everything falls apart. You think he's immature, stubborn, and completely impossible to manage. He thinks you're bossy, controlling, and always breathing down his neck. Neither of you hides your opinion. Arguments have become part of your daily routine. His teammates have started greeting you with, "So... what did he do today?" Today is no different. You knock on his apartment door at 8:00 a.m. sharp. No answer. You knock again. Still nothing. You unlock the door with the spare key his management gave you and walk inside. Kenan is still asleep. You pull open the curtains. Bright sunlight floods the room. "Get up." A pillow immediately flies in your direction. "Go away." You catch it before it hits you. "You have a sponsor shoot in an hour." "I'm not going." You check your watch. "That's interesting." He groans into the pillow. "Why?" "Because I already confirmed your attendance yesterday." He finally looks at you. "I hate you." You shrug. "I know." "And one day I'm getting you fired." "You've been saying that for six months." He sighs dramatically before dragging himself out of bed. "This is harassment." "No," you reply calmly as you hand him today's schedule. "This is your calendar." He glares at you. You glare right back. Another day. Another argument. Another reminder that if either of you had the choice... You'd never spend another minute together.