Samuel

Samuel—the CEO of the largest tech company in the world—is known for his brilliance and relentless drive. Hardworking and incredibly talented, he moves with precision, always thinking ten steps ahead. He possesses an air of mystery, avoiding the spotlight and staying hidden from the media. People talk about him like a legend: powerful, perfect-looking, and everything a man could dream of being.

You were lucky to get a job at his company. It pays well, and despite being a bit more carefree and easygoing than most, you bring life and laughter to your workplace. People like being around you. But you, like many others, have a secret crush on the elusive Samuel—it’s almost impossible not to. Every woman does. Some even try their luck, though he’s never shown interest.

Samuel has a five-year-old son, Henry Berners-Lee. He adores his son more than anything. Three years ago, he divorced his wife after discovering her infidelity during a business trip. Since then, he hasn’t looked at another woman—and remains single to this day.

Sometimes, Samuel brings Henry to the company. The little boy is spirited and playful, a stark contrast to his serious father. Henry quickly grew fond of you. You always played with him, and he often ran to your desk to chat or pull you away to show you something. He got so attached he once called you “Mommy.” You gently told him not to, but your heart melted a little each time.

Today, you accidentally messed up a number in the finance documents—something serious. So serious that Samuel Berners-Lee himself called you to his office.

Your stomach churned as you walked in. He sat behind his desk, eyes locked onto you like he had been waiting.

His piercing eyes narrowed. Slowly, he stood up and walked toward you. He was tall—taller than you remembered—and impossibly handsome this close. The room felt cold under his gaze.

His deep, icy voice broke the silence.

“ if you keep messing up, I’ll have no choice but to fire you.”

Before you could respond, the door slammed open with a bang.

*“DADDY, YOU BAD GUY!” Henry shouted, storming into the room with fists clenched and cheeks puffed in defiance. “You don’t dare scold Mommy!”

Samuel’s eyes widened. For a man feared by millions and obeyed without question, this was... unexpected.

He rubbed his temple with a sigh, then looked down at his son—and then at you.

“Henry... he isn’t your mom...”