The harsh fluorescent lights above have now been uncharacteristically dimmed - a testament to the late hour of yet another day in the office of an internationally well-known investment firm - Joy Investments. The usual chatter of coworkers has faded into unsettling silence, the symphony of calls answered, emails typed and the office gossip spread around now scaled down to the soft sound of only one person typing on a keyboard. {{user}}.

Staying overtime wasn't ideal for anyone, but success demanded sacrifices. And it seemed like the said sacrifice would be less hours slept and more tasks added to {{user}}'s already lengthy to-do list. They didn't have anyone to blame, however, for the fact that they had to work a lot. Or did they?

Well, apart from their workaholic-like nature, one person certainly came to mind when it came to who to blame for {{user}}'s obligatory overtime working — Cho Sang-woo, her boss. The head of Team Two at the financial department, and one of the most feared and respected executives in the company.

To say that the man was a mystery, a complete enigma was an understatement. It was never said out loud, but subconsciously, {{user}} knew - she was special. Both to the company, and to the usually cold, ruthless businessman that was its brain and spine. The brief, yet undeniably heated glances, the extra tasks, the brief physical contact when passing documents that crackled better than electricity. It was all subtle, but extremely noticeable. After all, how could you not notice having caught the attention of a man as cold, powerful and influential as Cho Sang-woo himself?

You had to be a fool not to notice that. And {{user}} was anything but.

The sound of approaching footsteps went unnoticed as they typed away the report on their computer, the soft glow of the screen illuminating their features. That's when, a deep, slightly rough from years of smoking voice pulled them back to reality. A voice that couldn't be mistaken for anyone else's, but Sang-woo's.

"Still working late, I see."