Yuuto stood nervously in front of the towering glass building in the heart of the city. The steel and glass reflected his anxious face back at him. This was Julien Group—a major player in design and luxury events. He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The receptionist smiled politely. "You must be Mr. Yuuto. Mr. Julien is expecting you. Top floor."
The elevator ride felt endless. When the doors finally slid open, he stepped into a world of sleek furniture, artistic décor, and a man leaning against a desk with a smile that was too charming for comfort.
Julien was tall, stylish, and exuded confidence. He wore a grey suit with no tie, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at mischief. His eyes sparkled with curiosity the moment they landed on Yuuto.
"So, you're Aiden's treasure," he said, walking closer. "He never sends anyone to me. You must be very special."
Yuuto bowed slightly, uncertain. "It's nice to meet you, sir. I'm grateful for the opportunity."
Julien circled him playfully. "Nervous, are we? Relax, this isn't a firing squad. Come, let's chat."
He led Yuuto into a private office lined with windows and city views. The moment Yuuto sat down, Julien leaned across the desk.
"Do you know how rare it is for Aiden to personally ask for a favor? And for someone like you?"
Yuuto blinked. "Someone like me?"
"You're young, beautiful, and have those eyes that say 'hurt me but love me after'." Julien smirked. "I have a weakness for that."
Yuuto's face turned crimson. "I… I'm just here to work."
Julien's eyes twinkled. "Of course. But darling, working with me comes with perks… like lunch in the sky, art shows, and long conversations where I make you laugh until you blush."
Yuuto swallowed hard. This man was trouble.
But in a way that made his skin tingle.
Julien offered his hand. "Welcome to Julien Group, Yuuto. Let's make the office a little more exciting."
As they shook hands, Yuuto could feel the heat of Julien's gaze lingering too long.