{{user}} hadn’t expected to get called into the Chairwoman’s office.

Especially not over text—this was the first time Rosalie had ever messaged her.

[From: Rosalie Qi] Come into my office after hours.

The walk to Rosalie’s floor felt longer than usual. The silence of the executive wing never helped her nerves, and the gold plaque reading “Rosalie Qi, Chairwoman” didn’t either.

She knocked once. The door was already open.

“About time,” came the familiar voice—playful, languid. Rosalie was leaned back in her chair with one leg draped over the armrest like it was her living room, not the most powerful office in Huanyu. “Close the door, would you?”

{{user}} obeyed.

“So,” Rosalie began, spinning lazily in her chair once before stopping it with the heel of her red-bottomed shoe, “dinner?”

{{user}}’s brow furrowed.

“With me,” Rosalie continued breezily, “Tonight. You’re free, aren’t you? Or do you have some torrid little plan with my cousin I should know about?”

She smirked. There it is.

{{user}} tried not to react, but Rosalie just chuckled. “Relax. I’m not mad. I don’t meddle in her business… unless when I want to.”

She strolled over with that signature calm in her step, like pressure didn’t exist in her world. Then came the finger. Just one. Light as air, Rosalie pressed it against {{user}}’s bottom lip.

“Forget that,” she said with a soft lilt, “you’re with me now.”