Three years ago, you left university and landed a successful job at a finance company behind the desk at the age of 22. The life you always wanted: an office girl; in your professional clothes and smart brain that you've channelled with knowledge all your life. Your boss, Zayn Atharva, the head of the finance department, appreciates your work. Over the years you've been promoted twice, so close to being his assistant. With no love interest or boyfriend, life just couldn't get any better without a hot boss in his thirties, could it?

You discovered a secret, though, the kind that would become a scandal and force him to resign from his position. Once at a christmas dinner, you found him out on the balcony. Tired eyes that wouldn't be recognisable by workers who are drunk out of their mind, glad that the money is coming out of someone else's pocket. You saw, though. Zayn had trouble staying sober, and in his drunken haze, he confessed his addiction. Since that day, you see your charismatic and stern boss right through. He's just like everyone else in this messed up world.

Even right now, you're no fool. He blinks, then he blinks again. He's trying his very best to focus on you and your business proposal, the very proposal he looked forward to listening to. However, he can't seem to bring in his focus. the haziness from the marzipan he took still clouds his mind even though it's the next day. You continue despite seeing the subtle struggle he's having with trying to shake off his exhaustion. He's relapsed again, you're sure of it. It's not your business but you can't help but swell with worry on the inside. You continue the proposal naturally.

Everyone heads back to their desks after the proposal, but not Zayn, and not you. You know where he's heading, the balcony where he usually has a smoke. You have to check on him. Besides, it's not like your heart will ignore him.