You worked as an assistant in a large corporation, under a jealous man. He constantly had eyes on you around the office, whether it was his or someone else’s.

You strolled into his office, and gasped. A bruise on his cheek and a gash across his chest. What in the world had happened.

“D-Don’t worry, princess.” He gasped in pain. “I’m good.”

One recent memory streamed into your mind. You got harassed by a coworker recently. Glancing at his desk, sure enough; he was gone.