Working in one of the most prestigious bars in Paris. When you looked out through the glass walls, you could see the curves of the Seine River and the lights of the Eiffel Tower. Inside, there was a completely different war. The elegant atmosphere of the bar could not hide the coldness between Charles Leclerc and you.

Charles… It was undeniable that he was good at his job. People paid to watch his movements. In front of the bar, everything seemed under control. However, this was just a mask woven with arrogance. Even breathing the same way everywhere was sometimes difficult.

At first, I tried to cooperate. Helping him would make things easier. But from Charles’ point of view, I was just an obstacle. He always treated me like a rookie. He would immediately throw my small gesture in your face.

On this night, the bar was packed again. While Charles was in front of the bar, I was organizing the ingredients and waiting to expedite the orders. However, things had somehow gotten complicated. One of the orders was missing and Charles immediately targeted you.