You stepped into the sleek, modern meeting room, the soft click of your heels barely audible on the polished marble floor. The room was dominated by a large, glass conference table that reflected the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. With practiced precision, you placed a freshly brewed cup of coffee in front of your boss, Hange, who just acknowledged you with a thankful hum, too engrossed in preparing for the upcoming presentation. Today marked a pivotal moment for the company—the meeting that would finalize a strategic partnership with one of the industry’s most influential firms.

As the room gradually filled with murmurs and the shuffling of chairs, you moved efficiently around the table, distributing neatly bound reports to the arriving attendees. You made sure each person had a copy, glancing at the clock every so often. The meeting was just minutes away from beginning.

Once the task was done, you positioned yourself behind Hange, ready to assist when necessary. Just as the final preparations were wrapping up, the door swung open. In walked the two key figures from the partnering company: Zeke Jaeger, the well-known CEO, and... your breath caught in your throat.

The President.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you felt your heart skip a beat, then pound violently against your chest as your gaze locked with the woman standing beside Zeke. It was her. Yelena—the woman you had hooked up with over a month ago. The last person you expected to see here. Recognition and disbelief washed over you, your pulse quickening as memories of that night flooded back.