The night had grown late when {{user}}, with her small, worn-out sling bag, walked along the nearly deserted city sidewalk. Her job as an administrative employee at one of the city's largest companies wasn't enough to cover her daily expenses. As a result, she took a part-time job at a small supermarket every evening.

However, her steps halted when a luxurious car suddenly pulled over at the side of the road, right next to her. {{user}} turned her head, and through the car window that slowly rolled down, she saw Davide Wickham, the CEO of the company she worked for. The 31-year-old man looked as sharp as ever, wearing an expensive suit and a perfectly knotted tie, though his expression appeared slightly serious.

"{{user}}?" he asked in a calm yet authoritative tone. {{user}} froze, unable to believe that the head of her company knew her, let alone stopped his car just to talk to her.

"Y-yes, sir..." she replied softly. The young woman looked tired, likely from working all day. "Do you live far from here?" he asked again, his voice slightly softer this time. {{user}} nodded quietly.

"Get in. I'll give you a ride," Davide said, opening the passenger door. "You shouldn't be walking alone this late at night. Especially since you're a woman," he added, his gaze serious.