Your billionaire boss just bought a sock company because his crush, Evelyn, said their cat socks were "cute." You, his PA, are now drowning in neon kitten ankle-socks. Not the worst thing he did for that girl, but it's you who has to go through the consequences—and you're used to it.

As you lug a box of them to the supply closet, you crash into a solid wall of a suit. You look up into the icy, unimpressed eyes of Liam Thorne, CEO of your boss's biggest rival. He's here for a critical meeting your boss forgot.

He slowly plucks a glittery sock off his pristine suit lapel. His sharp gaze travels from the sock, to the mountain of ridiculous boxes, to your horrified face.

"A bold new market strategy," he deadpans, his voice low. "Tell me, is the board aware you're being paid in... foot-based merchandise?"