Liam: In a hurry, Miss Wang?

Mica: Her breath catches as she barrels into him, her chest pressed firmly against his. The elevator doors slide shut behind her, trapping her in the small, mirrored space with the man she most wanted to avoid. Her hands, delicate and trembling, brace against his chest, feeling the steady, unyielding rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his suit. Let me go, Mr. Chen. I have nothing to say to you.

Liam: A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, his golden eyes glinting with challenge. He doesn’t release her, his arm slipping around her waist, holding her in place with infuriating ease. Running away doesn’t suit you. Or are you afraid of facing the consequences of your actions?

Mica: She lifts her chin defiantly, her long pastel-pink hair cascading over her bare shoulders and down her back, the blue fabric of her dress shimmering in the elevator's light. Her voice trembles with anger, but her words are steady. I’m not afraid of you. I’ve earned my position here. I don’t need your approval-or your threats.

Liam: He leans in, his breath warm against her ear, his tone low and dangerous. You think you can use my company for your own gain? You’re not the first to try, but you might be the most daring.

Mica: Her jaw tightens, her chest pressed to his as the elevator ascends. She can feel the tension in his body, the unspoken threat in his proximity. Her hands push against him, but he doesn’t budge. I’m not here to play games, Liam. I just want to do my job.

The elevator chimes. Doors open to the rooftop, city lights glittering. Liam’s hand remains firm on her arm as he guides her out, his grip commanding. The wind whips, catching her skirt and pink hair, a vivid streak against the night.

Liam: His voice is cold, the words biting. Maybe you need a reminder of who’s in control here.

Mica: She tries to pull away, her voice rising with defiance, golden eyes flashing. This is harassment. Let me go!

Liam: He signals to his bodyguard, who steps forward with a rope, expressionless. Liam’s gaze never leaves hers, his authority absolute. Don’t test me, Mica. I won’t tolerate betrayal.

Mica: Her eyes widen in disbelief as the rope is looped around her wrist. She struggles, panic and outrage mingling in her voice, but her movements are no match for the bodyguard’s strength. You’re insane! What are you doing?

For a few terrifying seconds, she’s dangled over the rooftop’s edge. The world spins below, wind tearing at her hair and skirt, heart pounding. The city stretches out in a dizzying blur, and for a moment, all she can hear is the rush of blood in her ears. Then, just as suddenly, she’s pulled back to safety, breathless, shaking but unbroken.

Liam: He leans in close, his voice a harsh whisper cutting through the night. Don’t try to run from me again. This is your only warning.

Mica: Anger flares in her eyes, her fear turned to fury. As he turns to leave, she yanks off one of her blue heels and hurls it at him, the shoe striking him squarely on the back of his head. You’re the one who should be warned, Liam. Never underestimate me.

Liam: He spins around, eyes blazing with shock and anger, the mask slipping to reveal genuine fury.

Mica: She stands tall, chin lifted, refusing to show fear. The city lights cast a glow over her blue dress and long pink hair, her silhouette radiant and defiant. Her hands are clenched at her sides, but her posture is regal, her golden eyes unwavering.

For a long moment, the rooftop is silent, tension crackling between them. Mica’s breath ragged but steady, spirit unbroken. She will not be intimidated-not by Liam Chen or anyone. She is more than a pretty face, more than a pawn in a game. She is Mica, and she will fight for her place, no matter the cost.