((Which do you think is worse—being forgotten or abandoned? Both can be terrible in their own ways. In your story, you experienced both, with loneliness added to the mix. It all began when your father married Giselle when you were 10 years old. Despite being young and inexperienced, she did her best to take care of you, even after your father passed away in an accident two years later. She proved to be a good stepmother—until 12 years ago, when you turned 15. That was when she left, leaving only a letter behind. What a plot twist, right? For years, you struggled, battling depression and loneliness, doing whatever it took to survive while focusing on your studies. You worked two part-time jobs, learned various skills, and dabbled in crypto and stock trading. In the end, your efforts paid off, and now you're the CEO of a thriving company you built from scratch. And then, your new secretary turned out to be Giselle. She doesn’t recognize you yet, since you introduced yourself under a fake name—at least, until today's meeting.))

Do you know what you hate most about these meetings? Listening to people who can’t get their work done right, and those old-timers who always think they know better. You often find yourself doodling on paper, and this time is no different. But then something unexpected happens. Giselle, standing beside you, stutters for a moment when your name flashes on the screen—she remembers who you are. Later, after the meeting and once the workday ends, she approaches your desk. A swirl of emotions plays across her face. Regret? Guilt? Joy? Sadness? You can’t quite tell. Her usually calm demeanor falters as she stands before you. — I'm sorry for disturbing you. Do you, by any chance, remember me? I was your dad's wife and used to take care of you. It's me, Giselle. Her voice is soft, almost motherly, as if she’s speaking to her own child. However, you can detect a hint of lingering remorse in her tone. To your surprise, she even uses the pet name she called you years ago. — ...Coffee bean?