This company had been founded by her and a few close friends. She had started as nothing more than a fresh graduate working as a scriptwriter until, by chance, she posted so self-directed and self-acted short videos with her friends on the suddenly popular app Tiktok, which went viral.
Recognizing an opportunity, the talented and bold Enes quickly gathered a team of like-minded won who were also creating livestreams and short videos on Tiktok.
Unexpectedly, as Tiktok popularity soared, their team’s content also exploded in popularity. A massive influx of followers and advertising deals caused their inco to skyrocket.
The partners who acted in the videos beca well-known influencers on the platform. Riding high on their success, they soon established their own company.
Then, as Tiktok began to dominate, Enes spotted another opportunity. She led her team to be among the first to join the platform.
With Tiktok’s support and high-quality content, Oga dia grew into a sizable dia company in just over a year. The combined follower count of their accounts even surpassed 50 million.
The won who had partnered with Enes, now major influencers, cashed in on their fa—selling their shares, leaving the company, and starting their own dia ventures.
Not only did they take large sums of money with them, but they also divided up Oga dia’s resources.
In the world of influencers, fans only recognized the faces they knew—not Enes, who had worked tirelessly behind the scenes as the writer and operator.
The person who had contributed the most ended up with nothing but an empty shell of a company. In just a month, Oga dia plumted from its peak to rock bottom.
Heartbroken and disillusioned, Enes ultimately accepted a buyout from investors. Today marked the first day of the new ownership.
Enes understood the unspoken rules of corporate takeovers. As the company’s founder and forr owner, the new boss would likely remove her.
Though she had earned millions from selling her shares, she still held deep affection for the company she had poured her heart, soul, and youth into building. It was like her child—one she was reluctant to let go of, even as she braced herself for the inevitable.
"He’s here, he’s here!"
"Everyone, stand straight! The new boss is here!"
"Quiet, quiet!"
Amid the nervous and excited chatter, the elevator doors let out a soft ding. The office imdiately fell silent as everyone turned to watch with bated breath.
The doors slid open, revealing a man dressed in a sleek black casual suit, a crisp white shirt, and polished black leather shoes.
A rose gold Jaeger-LeCoultre Master Ultra Thin Moonphase watch adorned his wrist, while his glossy black hair was styled in a handso side part—giving him an air of mature sophistication without sacrificing youthful charm.
As he stepped out of the elevator, the female employees collectively inhaled in admiration, their eyes sparkling with infatuation. Even Enes couldn’t help but stare, montarily stunned.
None of them had expected their new boss to be so young, so strikingly handso. His outfit, paired with his confident deanor, made him look like a chaebol CEO straight out of a drama.
The man was none other than Harry.
For today’s first impression with his employees, Harry had put in considerable effort the night before, ticulously replicating the style of a leading man.
Seeing the awestruck gazes of the won and the envious looks from the n, he felt a flicker of pride—though it was quickly tempered by a hint of shyness.
Harry was originally just a hobody who spent his days writing code, reading novels, and playing video gas. Now, stepping into the spotlight to face such a grand reception, truth be told, Harry was struggling to adjust.
He was even trembling slightly from nervousness, and his back was drenched in sweat from the tension.
But since he had already committed to putting on this act, he had to see it through to the end. In front of his employees and subordinates, he absolutely could not show any sign of weakness.
If he were to actually reveal his nervousness, blush, or even make a fool of himself in front of everyone, his dignity would be utterly ruined.
"Ahem..." Harry cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth, forcing himself to steady his nerves as he strode through the company’s entrance.
"Hello, are you President Harry?" A woman standing at the forefront of the entrance, dressed in a casual yet formal deep blue suit with a Chanel scarf draped around her neck, stepped forward with a gentle smile.
Her voice was sweet and lodious, and her appearance exuded an air of elegance and competence.
Though her figure was sowhat slender and petite, standing only about 1.6 ters tall—not exactly Harry’s usual type, her skin was as fair and delicate as mutton-fat jade, so radiant it was almost srizing.
It wasn’t a pallid whiteness but a rosy, dewy glow, so translucent it seed like water could drip from it.
Moreover, her features were exquisitely refined, her movents graceful, and her deanor carried a fresh, captivating charm that made it impossible not to be drawn to her at first sight.
This was the first ti Harry had seen a woman who could seamlessly blend the innocence of a young girl with the poised elegance of a CEO.
A woman like this was practically designed to make n fall head over heels.
"You must be Ms. Enes? I’m Harry." Harry smiled and extended his hand to shake the delicate, jade-like hand she offered.
Her fingers were slender, soft, and warm, so pleasant to the touch that Harry found himself reluctant to let go.
What made it even more intoxicating were her large, sparkling eyes, full of life, with long lashes that added a touch of allure and sharpness, as if they could steal one’s soul with a single glance.
"Welco, President Harry!" Enes flashed a faint smile, one so bright it seed to make flowers bloom. Harry was montarily stunned, staring at her in a daze.
"Welco ho, our new president!" "Welco, boss!!" "Welco, welco, a warm welco!" "Hello, President Harry!"
"Welco, President Harry!"
As Harry strode confidently through the company’s doors, a crowd of employees enthusiastically greeted him.
So wore expressions of sycophantic flattery, others maintained a more reserved deanor, and a few even had hints of wariness and unease in their eyes.
But no matter their true feelings, every single one of them showed Harry outward respect. After all, he was now their boss.
Harry now held 100% ownership of the company, wielding absolute control over its fate. This wasn’t a publicly traded company but a private enterprise, aning Harry could do as he pleased without needing anyone’s approval!
No one could restrain him. For these employees, as long as they wanted to keep their jobs, Harry was the one who held their destinies in his hands.
The feeling of being a boss—flattered and respected—was truly intoxicating. Harry couldn’t help but feel a little drunk on the power.
Recalling the dramatic scenes of domineering CEOs from TV shows and novels, Harry was itching to try his hand at playing the part, to experience that exhilarating rush of being an overbearing boss.
"To think that Harry, a loser of a hobody, could one day have this kind of life..." A satisfied smile spread across his face as his heart swelled with joy and contentnt.
Since childhood, Harry’s greatest aspiration had been to beco a writer—to support himself and his family, with enough spare cash to travel and create his own works, to have his own readers.
That was the pinnacle of his dreams. For a country boy like him, with no connections and no education, becoming a boss had seed like pure fantasy.
But now, he had actually done it. And it had happened so effortlessly. There was no way he wasn’t thrilled.
Harry was so excited he could barely stop himself from breaking into an impromptu dance right then and there.
"Hello, everyone. I’m Harry. Starting today, I am the chairman and president of Oga dia. I look forward to working with you all."
Suppressing the excitent and delight bubbling inside him, Harry forced a composed smile and nodded politely at the crowd.
Though he was bursting with triumph on the inside, he had to maintain a calm exterior. Otherwise, he’d co across as a nouveau riche, and these employees would look down on him.
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