LOGINWithout turning around, Diego spoke again.
“You’re too anxious, too stiff… when actually, you’re quite pretty when you stay quiet.”That comment hit Hazel harder than any before it. Her lips parted, wanting to respond, but not a single word came out.
Clutching the folder tightly, Hazel answered—her hands trembling, yet there was still strength in her eyes.
“I’m not here to be pretty. I’m here to work.”Diego slowly turned. His smile changed—no warmth in it at all. It was the smile of someone who had just found a new game.
“Maybe that’s the problem.”
Hazel didn’t understand. She didn’t want to.
“I’ll revise the article and send it to you tomorrow afternoon,” she said firmly, then gave a polite bow and turned to leave.
“Hazel.”
Her steps stopped. Her fingers tightened around the folder until her
Without turning around, Diego spoke again.“You’re too anxious, too stiff… when actually, you’re quite pretty when you stay quiet.”That comment hit Hazel harder than any before it. Her lips parted, wanting to respond, but not a single word came out.Clutching the folder tightly, Hazel answered—her hands trembling, yet there was still strength in her eyes.“I’m not here to be pretty. I’m here to work.”Diego slowly turned. His smile changed—no warmth in it at all. It was the smile of someone who had just found a new game.“Maybe that’s the problem.”Hazel didn’t understand. She didn’t want to.“I’ll revise the article and send it to you tomorrow afternoon,” she said firmly, then gave a polite bow and turned to leave.“Hazel.”Her steps stopped. Her fingers tightened around the folder until her
Just as Martin had said, the moment Hazel arrived at the private high-rise owned by the Blake family—luxurious, heavily guarded—she only needed to state her full name, and they immediately granted her access. Not only that, they even escorted her inside, as if her arrival had been predicted… or expected.When the door opened, she was greeted by a handsome figure with green eyes fixed on her. With glasses framing his face, he looked even more authoritative and charismatic—and that only frightened Hazel more.The white shirt fitted across his torso followed every line of his body, showcasing a sculpted pattern that was both elegant and sinful. It was insane. Any woman would go crazy. And Hazel felt painfully out of place in her satin—not silk—white blouse with a neck-tie accent, paired with a knee-length pleated skirt. She looked far too mismatched to be standing in front of someone like Diego Blake.“Why are you standing there? Come in,” Diego ordered.“Mr. Blake, this is the draft of
“What are you doing here?” the man asked, his gaze locked straight onto Hazel’s green eyes after releasing her wrist and freeing her from his hold. The man who had tapped Hazel’s shoulder was the same person who had helped her earlier.“I—I… I just came from the restroom and I couldn’t find my way back to the studio,” Hazel replied, her voice still trembling.“This isn’t a public area. You should return immediately,” he said, his tone flat yet authoritative.Hazel nodded—after all, she truly had wandered here by accident. She remained standing there, looking confused, like a lost child.“Sir… I’m sorry for being so stupid, but I really don’t know where the exit is,” Hazel said, her hands gripping the hem of her dress. The man studied her, assessing, and from his eyes she could tell he saw no sign of deception.“You must not have paid attention to that,” he said, pointing to the bottom of the hallway wall where a glowing arrow and faint lettering showed the direction.Hazel bit her lip
LostHazel’s heart was still pounding, refusing to calm down. That was natural, she whispered to herself, trying to steady her nerves. Who wouldn’t be flustered after Diego Ronan Blake said, “I think I’m interested in you”?A wry smile curved on her lips. Maybe it was just interest—fleeting curiosity. But still… it was Diego. Simply being spoken to by him at such close range already felt like a scene out of a dream.“Don’t let your imagination run wild,” Martin’s voice cut through her thoughts, sharp and low as he stepped into the studio ahead of her. “He’s just making small talk. Even if he is interested, he probably only wants a ‘taste’.”Hazel wasn’t offended at all. Martin’s blunt words pulled her back to reality, placing her exactly where she belonged. Of course she knew Diego was just being polite.With hurried, slightly awkward steps—because Martin had already moved far ahead—Hazel tried to catch up.Thump!She collided with something—someone—who was also heading inside.“Caref
It had been a week since the interview, yet Hazel still couldn’t get his voice out of her head. Diego Ronan Blake’s calm tone, the way he paused mid-sentence as if he knew exactly when a word needed to be left hanging—it all clung to her mind like traces of perfume that refused to fade.The interview transcript had gone through three major revisions, two minor ones, and one complete… return to the original draft. Hazel knew Diego did it on purpose. Whether it was to test her professionalism, or simply to play a little game to see how far she could hold herself together—Hazel didn’t want to assume, but the thought still made her heartbeat stumble.She wasn’t angry, really. Just tired. Her eyes were puffy, her shoulders stiff, and caffeine had stopped being useful two days ago. Yet still, when she looked at the final page of the article, Hazel couldn’t stop a faint smile from tugging at her lips.The piece felt alive. As if every word carried the soft pulse of a conversation that had be
Hazel let out a relieved breath as soon as she stepped out of the hotel. The late-afternoon air greeted her with humidity and wind, but to her it felt as if a heavy weight had just been lifted off her shoulders. Yes… Diego was handsome. Very handsome. Even compared to the younger stars, he was far more striking. Hazel rarely complimented anyone. But Diego was an exception. Too handsome, even. But not the kind of man she ever imagined, much less wanted.Let alone Diego Ronan Blake—the actor and tycoon whose face decorated every billboard in Herlington—Hazel couldn’t even manage to catch the attention of her own Editor-in-Chief, a widower.She chuckled softly, mocking herself. “Oh God, Hazel,” she muttered, flipping her hair, “you’re not even the type for lonely middle-aged men.”Hazel smiled as she pictured Martin with his slicked-back hair. He was handsome, sure, but nowhere close to Diego. Still, he was the beloved idol of the female employees in the office.Even so, Diego’s imag







