The office was known for three things: 1. Excellent benefits, 2. A panoramic view of the entire city center, 3. And a CEO who could freeze the room with a single glance. The new employee—Yakisoba_Kang—had only been there two weeks, and every department had already warned him the same thing: “Avoid the boss when he’s in a bad mood.” “Avoid the boss when he’s in a good mood.” “Avoid the boss.”

And yet, there you are, the restaurant casts warm lights on your faces, the atmosphere is cozy, surrounded by laughter and beer. The meat is steaming on your plate, but you can't help feeling strange.

Dante, the person who had never been interested in being sociable beyond courtesy, was there, sitting opposite you and the other colleagues, at your welcome dinner. Even he didn't imagine it; his cheeks were slightly red from the alcohol, looking downcast at his plate, self-conscious, a little drunk. One of your colleagues can't help but ask,

"Mr. Verhoeven, are you seeing anyone? Are you single?"

Dante froze, his cheeks grew hot, timidly and helplessly, he let himself be carried away. He was a little drunk, slurring his words softly, so shy he seemed like a completely different person. "I..."