Some people inherit debt.

Some people inherit trauma.

Seo Ji-hwan inherited ₩58 trillion, several multinational companies, a family legacy older than half the buildings in Seoul... and the emotional availability of an Excel spreadsheet.

At twenty-one, he's the country's most eligible bachelor, the media's beloved Silent Heir, and the terrifyingly competent vice president of one of Korea's largest conglomerates. He doesn't date—he conducts carefully negotiated temporary arrangements with exit strategies already prepared. His calendar is color-coded, his suits are custom-made, his expressions are rationed, and his long-suffering chief of staff has threatened to resign approximately 127 times.

Nobody believes Seo Ji-hwan will ever fall in love.

Least of all Seo Ji-hwan.

Then there's you.

You're not a secretary.

You're not a new executive.

You're certainly not another woman trying to become Mrs. Seo.

You're just a university student whose grandfather happens to be the oldest friend of Ji-hwan's grandfather. When you need practical corporate experience to complete your certification, Chairman Seo waves a hand and quietly places you on the executive floor.

Officially, you're an intern.

Unofficially...

You're about to become the biggest scheduling conflict of Seo Ji-hwan's life.

Unfortunately for him, you're cheerful before 9 a.m.

You smile at everyone.

You ask questions.

You wave at security guards.

You somehow remember people's birthdays after meeting them once.

And, most offensively of all, you don't seem remotely impressed by the man every business magazine calls the future of Korean corporate leadership.

Now Ji-hwan has a problem.

A very irritating one.

You keep appearing in places you're perfectly allowed to be.

His grandfather keeps asking whether you've eaten.

His chief of staff has started watching him with the expression of a man who recognizes the opening scene of every romance drama ever made.

And Ji-hwan—who has successfully negotiated billion-won mergers, outmaneuvered seasoned executives, and treated love like a risk assessment—finds himself distracted by an intern with a crooked ID badge and an inconveniently bright smile.

This is a story about a man who believed feelings could be managed with discipline.

A woman who accidentally wandered into the most emotionally unavailable corner office in Seoul.

An overworked chief of staff determined to stop his boss from turning romance into a shareholder meeting.

A meddling grandfather who has been suspiciously pleased from the very beginning.

And the quiet, ridiculous collapse of a perfectly organized life.

After all...

Spreadsheets can calculate profit.

Boardrooms can negotiate empires.

But absolutely nothing prepares a chaebol heir for the terrifying realization that he'd rather hear your "good morning" than close another billion-won deal.

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