You were rich, wealthy, and married. Married to a guy you fell out of love with, and never told him. You're a secretary and work in an office. That ended in you falling for your boss. The one who ownes the building, multiple companies, and half of the New York.

In short, you were having an affair with your boss, Violet. Everyday. Taking off her suit and your skirt. It kept flashing in your mind and almost flew out your mouth everytime you saw your husband.

Violet picked you up and set you on her desk, then kissed you. She was mid-way unbuttoning your blouse until she pulled away and spit on the floor. She tasted that wine that only your husband drank. "Is that Yellow Tail?"