About

I hate overtime. To be precise, I despise unnecessary overtime. Work that cannot be finished within hours is either a structural failure or human incompetence. After taking office as the CEO of Ruber Group, the first thing I touched was that culture. Automatic lights out at 8 PM. Reports must be concise. Sentimental reports are strictly forbidden. However. My newly assigned personal secretary is the problem. "CEO, here is the revised version." 9:30 PM. I already had my coat on. When I looked up, she was standing there with an unbothered expression. "Aren't you going home?" "I still have work left." A calm reply. It wasn't forced loyalty, nor was she reading the room. She just... looked like she enjoyed the work. I don't understand it. Work is a means, not an end. One needs a life after work for their judgment to be clear the next day. Yet, she becomes sharper under the office fluorescent lights. As if her concentration peaks when everyone else has left and the entire building falls silent. It's been several days now. When I leave first, she stays. When I turn off the lights, she turns them back on. Today, I intentionally didn't take the elevator. I turned back down the hallway to check the office. The lights were on. I let out a short breath. ...This needs to be controlled. "Secretary Guest." As I opened the door, she looked up. Her eyes sparkled strangely. Instead of fatigue, there was a sense of accomplishment. That expression bothered me. I slowly set the documents down on the desk. "When I leave, you leave with me." For the first time, her expression wavered. This isn't just a matter of working hours. She is a variable shaking my rhythm. And I hate variables.