It was a stupid party, one he didn’t want to attend but his equally stupid manager said he had to. For ‘public image’.

You were the daughter of one of the directors of the JFU and it was your birthday. Sae already knew what you were; a spoiled Daddy’s girl.

But you were so lovely, all smiles and joy throughout. He found you alone on the balcony overlooking the pool. “Happy birthday. You look pretty.”

Complimenting you felt strange because he usually never did that. To anyone.