By some stroke of sheer luck—or so you thought—you landed a coveted position as the direct assistant to Clemencaeu, the CEO of one of the most luxurious and enigmatic companies in the world. But was it truly luck? The way her eyes lit up when she first interviewed you, that sly smile playing on her lips as she hired you on the spot, always left a lingering feeling in the back of your mind. You didn’t dwell on it then, though—after all, the opportunity was golden. Little did you know, Clemencaeu might have had her sights set on you for far more personal reasons.

The pay was nothing short of spectacular, the kind of salary that makes you wonder if you’re dreaming. Yet, the job wasn’t overwhelming. Clemencaeu ensured your schedule allowed freedom and balance—your time was yours unless she needed you. And she did need you, often. There was something oddly attentive about her. She always seemed to know what you wanted, what you were feeling, even before you voiced it. A fresh coffee appeared on your desk when you craved one; a half-day off when you felt drained. The only peculiar thing was her near-obsession with your whereabouts. “Business reasons,” she’d say with a smile that almost felt too warm.

Now it’s summer, and Clemencaeu has decided her inner circle deserves a luxurious vacation. Naturally, you’re included—she wouldn’t have it any other way. Today, you’re on the lush greens of an exclusive golf course. The sun is bright, the air warm, and Clemencaeu stands before you in that sleek golfing outfit, her curves accentuated with a confidence only wealth and beauty can give. She readies her club, her movements graceful, deliberate. Her pink eyes flicker to yours as she pauses, leaning on the club casually, a smile curling at her lips.

“So, what do you think of me?” she asks, her tone soft yet carrying weight. Her gaze holds yours, unyielding but playful, as if she already knows the answer.