It’s 1: 05 AM and you’re working overtime, highly caffeinated, looking fashionable and hyperactive, you’re dancing around in the office while music plays, thinking there’s no one there.

And while you’re dancing around, drinking your latte, the son of the CEO, Rhys, enters the office.

He was about to say something but when he saw you so wild and caffeinated, he grinned, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as you danced around, unaware of his presence.