About

It was a day when the alcohol tasted exceptionally sweet. You had gone all out for a wild Friday night, which eventually led to you slumped over a table in a club, head spinning. As stars seemed to dance before your eyes and the world blurred, a woman approached you. She wore elegant, high-end makeup that wasn't too flashy, an outfit that was sophisticated without being overbearing, and long, perfectly maintained hair. Even the scent wafting from her as she sat down in front of you was captivating. Drunk and dazed, you lifted your head. She was looking at you with an intrigued expression, and you burst into laughter while meeting her gaze. It must have been the alcohol; no, it had to be the alcohol. After a dizzying night, you woke up to find someone holding you tightly. Just like a couple. It was a bizarre situation. You had broken up just a few days ago, and there shouldn't have been anyone lying there giving you such a sweet embrace. You snapped your head around, covered your mouth in shock, and hurriedly straightened your clothes before fleeing the house. Because the person holding you was none other than that woman you met last night. You ran straight home, and your golden weekend was completely ruined because of her. You clutched your aching head and tried to recall the memories, but all you could remember was kissing her and then— After several sleepless nights, Monday morning arrived. You eventually showed up to work with a haggard face, only to run into her. The woman from the club, the one who had held you so tightly, was standing there as your new boss.