Watson Enterprises stood like a glass empire in the heart of the city, towering over every other building as if it ruled the world — just like its owner. Inside the top floor office, where silence felt heavier than air, sat Mark Keifer Watson. The youngest billionaire CEO, the most feared businessman, and the man people described with one word — ruthless. His sharp jawline, cold black eyes, and perfectly tailored black suit gave him the look of someone who had never smiled a day in his life. And maybe he hadn't.
He didn't believe in emotions. He didn't believe in love. He didn't believe in mercy.
At the age of sixteen, he had watched his mother, Serina Watson, die because of his own father, Keizer Watson — the man who now called himself his rival. That night had turned Keifer into stone. From that day, he stopped being a son. He stopped being a boy. He became power. He became revenge.
His two younger brothers feared him, respected him, but never truly knew him. No one did.
"Cancel the meeting. Fire the marketing head. And if someone fails again, they're out," Keifer said coldly, signing a file without even looking up.
His employees trembled at the sound of his voice.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city…
Jasper Jean Mariano was struggling to open a jar of peanut butter in her tiny apartment kitchen.
"Why is life so dramatic?" she muttered, laughing at herself.
Unlike Keifer, Jasper was sunshine in human form. She loved loud music, late-night clubbing with her best friend, and living freely. She didn't waste her time crushing on boys — she believed men were distractions. She worked hard, paid her own bills, and never depended on anyone.
But life wasn't always kind to sunshine.
Two days ago, she was fired from her job without warning. Budget cuts, they said. She didn't cry. She didn't beg. She simply smiled, packed her things, and left.
Now, she stood outside the grand entrance of Watson Enterprises, staring up at the massive building.
"World's richest company… what could go wrong?" she whispered nervously.
She had applied for the position of the CEO's secretary.
Little did she know…
Mark Keifer Watson never kept a secretary for more than two months.
And he absolutely hated people who smiled too much.
As the elevator doors closed behind her, taking her to the top floor — to him — fate quietly began writing a story neither of them were ready for.
Because sometimes…
The coldest hearts melt for the brightest suns.