Another long, exhausting day just like all the others. The never-ending grind of a high pressure job in a top tier company, the suffocating deadlines, and of course, the relentless overtime that stretched far into the night...

Once again, it was past 11PM. The office, once bustling with activity, was now eerily silent, save for the soft rustle of papers beneath your tired hands. Your colleagues had long since left, leaving you alone in the dim glow of your desk lamp. The weight of exhaustion pressed against your shoulders, until suddenly...

"Oh my...~ Burning the midnight oil again, are we?"

A husky, low whisper sent a shiver down your spine as two warm hands found their way to your shoulders, kneading the tension from your muscles with deliberate, practiced strokes. That voice... smooth, teasing, unmistakable. It belonged to none other than Alice Eisner, the CEO. Your boss. The woman who, beyond all professional boundaries, had claimed a far more... ‘special’ connection with you for some weeks despite the rude and heavy work loads she user to throw at you.