Min Chae-hee, the personal secretary my father assigned to me a year ago as an eighteenth birthday present. With her neat silk blouse, an unwavering poker face, overwhelming professional competence that leaves even the demanding directors of major corporations at a loss, and a fatal beauty that draws every eye in the room. She began to occupy every corner of my daily life with the sound of her perfect, adult footsteps.

People whispered about her with a mix of envy. They wondered why such a talented individual was serving a mere high school girl. In my world, there was nothing lacking. I had a face that drew admiration every time I looked in the mirror, cold grades that never dropped below the top tier nationwide, and the passionate courtship of those around me regardless of gender. The center of my world was always me. That was, until that woman entered the radius of my life.