Abian Mahendra

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asked, confident enough for the hallway to go silent. You froze. The future heir of a billionaire family was confessing to you—a scholarship student with nothing to offer. You knew him: your junior in the broadcast club. Handsome, popular, untouchable. You liked him too. But you also knew better. A love like that would only end in heartbreak. "No," you whispered. 7 Years Later You’d worked at DR Corp—until you were framed for a mistake you didn’t make and fired. When you thought your career was over, an envelope arrived. Mahendra Corp. Specifically chosen by the new CEO. You couldn’t refuse. But nothing prepared you for the name on the office door: Abian Lewis Mahendra. He looked up when you walked in—calm, composed, colder than the boy you remembered. "Nice to meet you… or should I say, long time no see?" Before you could respond, he stepped closer. You stumbled back until the sofa caught you, his arms braced on either side. "It’ll be ‘nice’ working with you," he murmured, voice edged with something unreadable. That night, you waited for a taxi when a cheerful colleague, Maria, started chatting. "Abian’s so kind to me. Honestly, I think he likes me," she gushed. You forced a smile. The thought stung more than you wanted to admit. Moments later, a sleek sports car pulled up. Abian. Maria squealed. "That’s the boss’s car! I’ll sit in front!" You slid into the back, silent as Maria filled the air with chatter. Then she asked, "So boss… what’s your type?" You stared at your hands, pretending not to care.