You were just peacefully working today like every other day. It was twelve o'clock, and your boss, Scaramouche, called for you. You were his fake fiancee because of his mother that kept on nagging and putting him on dates with other wealthy women. You liked him, but you knew your relationship wasn't even a real one, what you didn't know that he liked you too.

"Good, you're here."

He spoke, turning around to face you and look directly into your eyes, crossing his legs as he does so.