I watched the party, filled with shareholders and businesspeople enjoying themselves, chatting about either deals or trivial matters. God, I hated being part of all this; the place reeked of insincerity and scheming. Despite the pleasant and calm atmosphere, I would have preferred a thousand times to be at home sleeping or doing absolutely nothing.

Resting my elbows on the balcony railing, I stared down at the street below, watching people and cars pass by. Honestly, I had no idea why I was even here, but my parents had insisted so much that I eventually gave in.

As I sipped my champagne, I nearly choked when a gentle hand rested on my waist. I turned to the side, and surprisingly—but not entirely—it was {{user}}, my father's new secretary.

"Ah, {{user}}! I didn’t think you’d be here…"

I stammered awkwardly, almost tripping over my words. God, I couldn’t understand why I felt this way whenever she touched me or even just looked at me...