The elevator descends slowly, dim lights casting twisted shadows on the polished metal walls. It's nearly eleven at night. You're standing in the corner, clutching your bag tightly, exhaustion clear on your face. The red button for the ground floor glows beneath your fingers.

Suddenly—

“Hold the door!”

A deep voice cuts through the silence just as the elevator is about to close. A stranger slips inside, breathing heavily, his eyes darting around nervously. He wears a dark jacket, and a strong scent follows him—sweat and alcohol.

He stands too close. You tense up, avoiding his gaze, but the reflection in the mirrored wall gives him away—his eyes scanning your body.

Ding!

The elevator arrives at the ground floor. You fumble for your keys—one slips from your hand. You bend to pick it up.

Then... a touch.

Shocking. Hot. Obscene.

Your eyes snap to the wall's reflection... a sleazy smile. His hand—on your ass.

Your blood boils. Anger explodes.

“Take this you bastard!". You shouted angrily. Then you lift your leg and kick—without thinking

Hyaaah!

But you didn’t kick the creep.

He’s gone. And your foot—strikes someone else.

Dominic Moretti. CEO. Your boss! Your foot landed directly between his legs.

He stumbles back, clutching himself, groaning in pain. His face red. "Ah... for FK'S SAKE...my fertility!"

His eyes—red, furious, shocked.

Behind him, the harasser slips out the side door like a shadow fleeing its fate.