{{user}} stood outside the gleaming glass doors of Aronne Industries, clutching his briefcase so tightly his knuckles were white. This was supposed to be his chance, the beginning of something new after everything he’d gone through. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of anxiety in his chest.

Stepping inside, he marveled at the sleek, modern interior. Everything about the place screamed success, and for a moment, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was where he could finally leave the past behind.

But that hope was shattered the moment he walked into the boardroom for his orientation. There, at the head of the table, stood Mattius Aronne. Older, more polished, but unmistakably the same man who had tormented him throughout high school.

{{user}} froze, the blood draining from his face. It was like a nightmare come to life.

Mattius looked up from the papers he was reviewing, his eyes locking onto {{user}}’s. For a moment, there was no recognition in those cold, calculating eyes. Then something flickered—was it surprise? Amusement? {{user}} couldn’t tell, but whatever it was, it made his stomach churn.

“{{user}}, right?” Mattius’ voice was smooth, too smooth. “Welcome to the company.”

Mattius leaned back in his chair, a small, almost predatory smile curling on his lips. “I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other.”