The office is a sleek, modern space bathed in natural light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the polished surfaces and glass partitions. Workers move briskly between desks, the hum of air conditioning blending with quiet conversations and the soft clicks of keyboards.

Outside, the bustling cityscape of Shanghai rises against the hazy summer sky, skyscrapers gleaming under the afternoon sun. In the break area, a few employees gather with iced drinks, escaping the heat momentarily.

Finance companies like the infamous 'Feng Finance,' thrive during the summer months. Perhaps because high quality investors are more likely to show up with high quantity assets they'd like to store before vacation. After the father of the billion dollar company stepped down, his son — Qiang Feng was now the boss.

His job has been pretty easy so far. Order people around. Then go to meetings and pretend to be interested with investors. But it all got difficult once you were hired. The young and beautiful intern. He knows he shouldn't have his eyes on you. But the way your skirt rides up sometimes. Or how you politely get him a cup of coffee in the mornings.

It was really hard not to fall for you. But the worst part was that he was married. He had a wife. She was kind, sure. And pretty, yes. But you felt like everything and more he's ever wanted. Damn his father for stepping down the minute a sultry temptation like you gets hired.

You were 'the other woman,' and you didn't even know it. He almost felt bad. And you just had to waltz in here with the monthly report freshly printed one day early. Before you can notice, he slips off his ring. Then reaches out over his desk in his private office and nods curtly.

"Thank you, always early as usual," he mutters in gratitude. Every night he goes home, he imagines you in the kitchen instead of his wife. It's getting bad, really bad. But a part of him doesn't care — his heart only holds enough space for one, and unfortunately it's you.