Liza : ~ today was my first day work . Im just graduated from college, at twenty-one old, now im ready to face the world.

After weeks of searching, I had landed a job at Korea’s biggest company, a name that sparkled in the headlines and dominated every billboard in Seoul.ohh sorry I forgot to introduce my self my name is liza . Liza pollad.

Today was my first day.

I stood in front of the towering glass building, its reflecting the morning sun. The company’s logo shine like a crown above the entrance. I took a deep breath, smoothing the wrinkles in my blazer. My hands clutched my bag tightly for hiding the nervous in my fingers.

Inside, the lobby buzzed with activity. Men and women in sharp suits walked briskly, their polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee drifted from a café in the corner.

This is it, I thought. I’m really here.

At the reception desk, a polite woman greeted her and handed her an ID badge. “Welcome, Ms. Pollad,” she said with a smile. “The orientation is on the 15th floor.”

I nodded to her stepping into the elevator. As the numbers climbed, so did nervousness. Author's note~ She wasn’t just starting a job—she was stepping into a whole new chapter of her life.

The doors slid open to reveal a modern, open-plan office filled with bright light and soft chatter. A young man in a navy suit approached me . “You must be Liza Pollad,” he said warmly. “I’m Daniel your team leader. Let me show you around.”

Daniel led me past rows of desks, introducing me to coworkers who smiled and welcomed me. My desk was near the window, offering a sweeping view of the city skyline. On my chair was a small bouquet of flowers with a note: Welcome to the team.

The morning passed quickly with orientation, paperwork, and a tour of the company’s facilities. By lunchtime, I found myself in the bustling cafeteria, balancing a tray of steaming sandwich and tea.and I saw Daniel and a few team members waved me over.

“Sit with us, Ms. Pollad,” Daniel said, pulling out a chair for me.

They chatted about office life, the company’s history, and the best coffee spots nearby. Then one of the women, Miya, leaned in and lowered her voice.

“So… have you heard about our CEO yet?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I mean, I know his name—Steave Morris, right?”

The table fell silent for a moment, as if even saying his name was risky.

Miya’s eyes widened. “You’re brave to say it out loud .today you are so lucky Liza that our boss takes a day off.”

Another coworker, Jino, gave a nervous chuckle. “He’s… not exactly the friendly type. People say he can fire someone with just one look.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Daniel said with a faint smile, though his tone hinted he didn’t completely disagree. “But yes, he’s strict. Demands perfection. And you’ll almost never see him smile.”

“They also say,” Miya whispered, “that no one really knows anything about his private life. He just appears… and disappears. One moment he’s in his office, the next he’s gone. Even his personal assistant doesn’t know where he goes sometimes.”

Liza’s fork hovered in midair. “Sounds… intense.”

“You’ll understand when you meet him,” Jino muttered. “And you will meet him—eventually. Just pray it’s not because you made a mistake.”

The conversation shifted to lighter topics, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. I hadn’t even seen the man yet, and already the idea of crossing paths with Steave Morris sent a shiver down my spine.By the end of the day, my feet ached and my brain buzzed with new information. As I packed up, Daniel walked by and said, “Good work today, Ms. Pollad. I think you’re going to fit in here perfectly.” I politely thank him .

On the elevator ride down, my tiredness melted into a quiet happiness. My first day had been challenging, but it was also exciting—filled with possibilities I couldn’t yet imagine.

Liza :~

It was my second day at work, and I was still nervous. I stood in the elevator lobby holding a cup of coffee, trying to calm my shaking hands. I pressed the button for the elevator and kept telling myself to relax.

The doors opened, and I stepped inside, pressing “15.” The elevator was quiet until it stopped again.

The doors slid open, and my heart skipped a beat. Steave Morris walked in. Our CEO. The man everyone whispered about—strict, cold, and impossible to impress.

He was tall, dressed in a perfect dark suit, with an expression that gave nothing away. His presence filled the small space, and suddenly I felt like I couldn’t move. I kept my eyes on the floor, but in the shiny elevator walls, I saw his reflection… and his eyes met mine.

The ride felt endless. I prayed I wouldn’t spill my coffee. Then, just before we reached my floor, he spoke in a deep, steady voice.

“Fifteenth floor.”

I nodded quickly, but before I could step out, he said something that made me freeze.

“I read your presentation.”

My heart pounded. He read it?

“Not bad,” he added simply, glancing at the papers in my hand.

“Thank you, sir,” I managed to say, hoping my voice didn’t crack.

He stepped out first, but before leaving through the glass doors, he looked back.

“Good luck today, Ms. Pollad.”

Hearing my name in his voice felt strange—sharp yet warm.

I walked to my desk, still replaying his words in my head, when a young assistant stopped beside me.

“Ms. Pollad? Mr. Morris would like to see you in his office.”

My stomach tightened. Already? Did I do something wrong?

I followed the assistant down the long hallway to the corner office with tall glass walls and a sweeping view of Seoul. Inside, Steave Morris stood by his desk, hands in his pockets. He motioned for me to sit.

“I like to meet every new employee personally,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “It’s important for me to know the people who work here—and for them to know me.”

I nodded, feeling a little more at ease. “That’s… very thoughtful of you, sir.”

He leaned back in his chair. “This company is only as strong as its people. My job is to make sure you have what you need to do your best work.”

It wasn’t what I expected at all. The man everyone feared was… actually kind? Direct, yes, but there was a warmth in his words.

“I’ll be watching your progress, Ms. Pollad,” he said with the hint of a smile. “Welcome to the team.”

“Thank you, Mr. Morris,” I replied, this time with more confidence.

When I stepped out of his office, I saw Miya walking toward the break area. She waved at me. “Hey, you survived your second day so far,” she teased.

I grinned. “You’ll never guess who I just talked to.”

Her eyes went wide. “No. Don’t tell me—”

“Yes. The CEO himself.”

Miya almost dropped her coffee. “What?! What happened? Did he yell? Did he fire you already?”

I laughed. “No! He actually invited me into his office. Said he likes to meet all the new employees.”

“That’s… not scary?” she asked, still looking doubtful.

“Not at all. He was serious, but… nice. He told me the company is only as strong as its people. Honestly, I think he really cares about the staff.”

Miya raised her eyebrows. “Wow. Maybe the rumors are wrong.”

“Maybe,” I said with a smile. “Or maybe he’s just different when you actually meet him.”😉

The next morning, Miya and I walked into the office together, chatting about the day ahead. I was still feeling a little proud after my conversation with Steave yesterday.

“You know,” Miya said, flipping her hair “maybe you were right. Maybe he is nice under all that ‘scary CEO’ talk.”

I smiled. “See? I told you. He’s just professional.”

We reached the meeting room early and took our seats. The rest of the team slowly filled the table, shuffling papers and opening laptops. Then, the air in the room changed.

The glass door opened, and Steave Morris stepped in. He didn’t greet anyone—he didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to make everyone sit straighter. He placed a folder on the table and looked around at us, his expression sharp.

“Let’s begin,” he said simply.

For the first few minutes, he reviewed the project updates calmly. Then, one of the managers presented some data. I could feel the tension rising with each slide—Steave’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“This,” he said, tapping the table, “is not accurate. These numbers are three days old. Why am I seeing outdated information?”

The manager stammered. “I—I thought—”

“You thought wrong,” Steave cut in, his voice low but firm. “In this company, we work with facts, not guesses.”

The room was silent. Miya glanced at me, eyes wide. This was the side everyone had warned me about—precise, demanding, and unwilling to accept mistakes.

He went through the rest of the reports with the same sharp focus. When it came to my small part of the presentation, my hands were sweating. I explained my work carefully, making sure every number matched the latest data.

Steave listened, nodded once, and moved on without a single correction. It felt like passing an exam.

By the end of the meeting, the tension had lifted slightly. As people gathered their papers, I heard Steave say quietly, “Good work, Ms. Pollad.” It wasn’t loud, but it was enough for my heart to skip.

When we left the room, Miya whispered, “Okay, I see what you mean. He is nice… but I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.”

I couldn’t help but agree. Yesterday he had shown me his kindness. Today He had shown me his power. That evening, I went straight home, feeling both drained and strangely alert. I dropped my bag on the couch, kicked off my heels, and filled the bathtub with warm, rose-scented water.

Sinking in, I let the heat relax my tense shoulders. My mind should have been on tomorrow’s workload… but it kept drifting back to Steave Morris.

The way he walked into the meeting room without saying a word, yet everyone instantly sat straighter. The way his voice could be calm one moment and razor-sharp the next. The unexpected “Good work, Ms. Pollad” still echoed in my ears.

I caught myself smiling and quickly shook my head. Stop it, Liza. He’s your boss. He’s the CEO. Off limits.

After my bath, I put on my soft pajamas and made a cup of chamomile tea. The city lights glowed through my apartment window, but my mind was still replaying moments from the day.

When I finally slipped into bed, the sheets felt cool against my skin. I closed my eyes, telling myself to rest, but the image of Steave’s face—calm, confident, and unreadable—lingered in the dark.

Somewhere between thinking of him and trying not to, I drifted off to sleep.

And in my dreams, I was still on the 15th floor.