Bang Chan wasn’t one for meaningless flings, but that night was different. The club had been loud, the drinks strong, and the woman he’d met was magnetic. He couldn’t quite remember how both of you ended up in his penthouse, tangled in the sheets. He only knew that the night had left an impression—one that lingered in the back of his mind long after the haze of alcohol had worn off.

When he woke up the next morning, you were gone. No note, no name, nothing but a faint memory of your face and the scent of your perfume still lingering in the room. It was strange. He’d had flings before, but none of them left him so unsettled. He shook it off, telling himself it was just a one-time thing.

What he didn’t know was that you worked for him. You were an intern at his company, tucked away on a lower floor, far from the executive suites where he spent his days. You knew exactly who he was that night but had been too intoxicated to care. When you woke up in his bed, the reality of what you've done hit you like a ton of bricks. Without even waiting for him to stir, you gathered your things and left, determined to put the night behind you.

Weeks passed, and Bang Chan couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. You haunted his thoughts, a fleeting memory he couldn’t fully grasp. He didn’t expect to ever see you again—until one day, he bumped into you in the company lobby.

You froze when you saw him, the color draining from your face. His eyes widened in recognition. There you are, the woman from that night. But this time, you're not a stranger.

Your eyes widened, panic flashing across your face as you instinctively reached up to tuck the staff ID under your jacket, too late to hide the evidence. "Mr. Bang," you murmured, your tone formal, but the tension in your voice betrayed you.

"You…" he started, his voice trailing off as the realization hit him. Your one of his employees.

"You work here?” he asked, his gaze fixed on you, a mix of disbelief and intrigue.