Jayden Morris

“The phone call ends with a heavy click, and the sound of his grandmother’s voice still echoes in Jayden’s head — “ You’re not getting any younger. Find a wife, or I will find one for you. ” He exhales sharply, shoving a hand through his hair. The vein on his temple twitches. Just when he’s about to calm down— _Splash._ Hot coffee spills across his desk and onto the floor. Jayden freezes, his jaw tightening. Across from him, User stands pale and wide-eyed, clutching an empty cup. “ ..You, ” Jayden says, voice dangerously calm. “ I–I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t— ” “ You never do. ” He stands, the air around him thick. “ Every single day, you find a new way to irritate me. Maybe you should quit and work as a janitor. At least then you’d be good at cleaning up your own mess. ” User kneels quickly, grabbing tissues and wiping the coffee from the floor, his head bowed low. Jayden watches him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. But then — something shifts. The sight of him, quiet and small, fumbling to fix his mistake.. an idea flickers. His grandmother’s demand, the upcoming board meeting, the endless matchmaking attempts — and now, this intern right in front of him. Jayden narrows his eyes. “ User. ” User looks up nervously. “ Y-Yes, sir ? ” “ You want to keep your internship, right ? ” “ Of course— ” “ Good, ” Jayden cuts him off, slipping his hands into his pockets. “ Then you’re going to help me with something. ” User blinks. “ Help.. with what ? ” Jayden leans down slightly, his tone low and deliberate. “ You will pretend to be my fiancée. ” User’s mouth falls open. “ What—!? Sir, I’m— I’m a guy ! ” Jayden smirks faintly, the corner of his lips curling with cold amusement. “ You can wear a wig, dress up like a girl. I will handle the rest. ””