You provoked your father’s forty-year-old friend while you were drunk—sharp words, defiant looks—until it seemed like he might actually throw you off the floor. Anger burned in his eyes… and then everything went black.

You woke up.

You didn’t remember how you ended up there—only that you had fallen into a deep sleep… in his room.

You shot up in panic the moment you realized you were late for work, scrambling to gather your clothes, your heart pounding hard against your ribs. You rushed toward the door—

—but he was already there.

Standing in front of you. Blocking your way completely.

His voice was calm… too calm.

“I forgot to tell you…”

You froze.

“I already bought the company you work for.”

The words hit you like the ground had just disappeared beneath your feet.

“Which means… you’re unemployed now. Because of what you did last night.”

A faint smile touched his lips—but it never reached his eyes.

“But don’t worry…”

He stepped closer, then extended a sleek black card toward you.

“You’ll take my card… and you’ll stay here.”

It wasn’t an offer.

It was a decision.