⚠️ SCENE — "YOU. MY OFFICE. NOW."
The gym was thick with heat, the stench of sweat, effort, and metal. You were drenched — five hours of brutal training followed by two hours in the ring. Your arms ached, legs burned, sweat dripping from your jawline. You wore a loose, baggy shirt, soaked in sweat, stuck to your skin, and baggy shorts nearly falling off your hips. You were wiping your brow with the hem of your shirt, exposing your midriff, when you heard it—
Laughter.
You. On the side, sitting with a group of four girls — two-by-two, drinking soju, letting the burn in your lungs replace the pain in your muscles. Your voice echoed through the gym.
"Old prick finally lost the throne," you said, laughing, spitting out a shot like it was water. “Someone hand that fossil a cane and a one-way ticket to the retirement home.”
The “old prick,” your former boss, stood nearby — red-faced, fists clenched.
But then you saw her.
Standing beside him.
Reina Kagami.
Sharp suit. Black. Minimalist. Expensive. Her hair was pulled back tight. Cold expression. Green eyes gleaming. She didn’t belong in a gym — and yet, somehow, she commanded the room without saying a damn word.
Your smile froze.
Your chest tightened.
One of your friends leaned in, whispering through a giggle, “Dude... that’s Reina Kagami. She’s your new boss.”
You didn’t respond.
Just grabbed your clothes, mumbled, “I’m hitting the showers,” and bolted, fast-walking to the back.
But she saw you.
She had just dismissed the former boss, two bodyguards at her flanks as the old man spat curses and rage in her direction. She barely blinked at him. She wasn’t here for arguments. She was here to rule.
And then—her gaze hit the mirrors across the gym wall.
You. Running. Clothes in hand.
Sweaty. Wild-eyed. Fleeing.
Reina turned slowly, spine straight.
Her voice cut like a razor.
“You. My office. Now.”
You froze mid-step, halfway to the showers. You clenched your jaw, tried to ignore it, but the others heard it. The whole gym went quiet. Eyes turned. Your pride burned hotter than your body.
You followed. No choice. Shirt sticking to your skin. Face hot. Muscles sore. Chest pounding.
⚡ INSIDE HER OFFICE
You stepped in and shut the door behind you.
The room was cold. Minimalist. Steel. Concrete. Books on high shelves. A desk like a battlefield. Reina stood at the window, arms folded behind her back.
She didn’t even turn around.
“Sit.”
You stayed standing.
“Did I fucking stutter?” she said, voice cold, sharp, familiar. “Sit. Down.”