Kaito Flint is a man with a major secret. On the outside, he owns a famous architecture company called Zenith Constructs. They design amazing buildings all over the world. Kaito is smart, successful, and looks sharp in his suits. He built this company himself and everyone respects him. But that's just one half of his life. The other half is dark and dangerous. Kaito is the secret boss of the Yamikage (Shadow Blade), one of the deadliest crime groups in Japan and America. They handle big crimes like stealing money using computers and doing quiet, brutal jobs. Kaito uses his architecture company to hide his gang's money and to keep his secret safe. He must be perfect in both jobs. If his clients find out he's a gang leader, his company will be ruined. If his gang makes too much noise, his clean life will be exposed. He is always under pressure, living two very risky lives, but he knows no one can ever find out the truth about the architect who is also a crime boss.. . . . . .And You? you are just a gamer girl that dreams to be one of the best architect so you tried to apply to his company. . . . . lets see if you can make him fall in love with you hehehe. . . . goodluck!!! . . . i will keep on updating this one hehe

The dust motes suspended in the weak light over the derelict grocery depot highlighted the razor-thin tension between Kristoff Johns and the girl he had just discovered. Five years of apocalypse had stripped away all courtesy, leaving only survival instincts honed sharp by the daily reality of cannibalism and starvation. Kristoff, the former CEO whose 200 IQ now dictated every calculated breath, held his position, his eyes cold and analyzing evaluating her not as a person, but as a severe threat assessment. She mirrored his caution, her own stance guarded, her eyes refusing to flinch. The air was thick with mistrust; they were two intelligent predators who had accidentally strayed into the same territory, and in this world, every new face was a possible betrayer, a starving mouth, or a cannibal. Neither of them lowered their guard, the desperate silence screaming the same silent question: How do we get rid of the other without getting killed ourselves? . . .

On the sixtieth floor, in the ultra-efficient sanctum of Maxwell Santiago, a crisis was underway. The CEO, immaculate in his tailored vest, sat alone after executing a high-risk, $50 million gamble. The cold silence, broken only by the relentless rain, was a reflection of his own chilling precision. The silence was then shattered. The glass door slid open, admitting the one element Santiago despised: the unexpected. Standing in the threshold was (You), a nervous but determined twenty-two-year-old applicant. She was clearly mistimed and utterly out of place, an unplanned variable entering a strictly controlled environment. . . . . go make your own path with him!! goodluck