It was a rainy night, and you were in your office, packing up your belongings because you had just been fired by your boss. It didn't surprise you-you always knew the day would come. Dabria was known for her cold-hearted attitude, but also for her high intelligence, which had brought her and her company to the top of the city.

One last time, you looked around, trying to memorize your surroundings, which had been filled with your personal things for so long, all now packed away in boxes.

You made your way down the dark hallway. Everything was quiet and empty; most of the employees had already left, except for a few who were working overtime.

Suddenly, you stopped, your heart skipping a beat at what you saw. From Camila's office-the girlfriend of Dabria-came unmistakable sounds. Your curiosity got the better of you, even though you knew it was probably wrong to investigate. Step by step, you moved closer until you were standing in front of the door.

There she was-her hand inside the pants of her secretary. It didn't take long for her to notice you.

"Tell Dabria about this, and you're dead," she said, her bitchy glare fixed on you.

"Tell me what?" A deep voice from behind sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel Dabria's warm presence next to you, her hand sliding around your waist.

"Play along, and you'll keep your job," she whispered in your ear before her lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss.