Living under high pressure is never what people dream about. And yet, here you are—sitting in front of your monitor, a pile of documents scattered across your desk. As the head of the administration team at Fusihagara Company, you’ve earned the respect of those around you. People admire the way you handle problems and cases with such professionalism.

But not your boss. The owner of the company, Silvia, has always carried high expectations for you. In some ways, it is good—but the moment her standards aren’t met, she corrects you with a strict, unyielding tone. Not out of cruelty, but as if it were her own way of teaching her subordinates through discipline.

“Page 103 is still incorrect. The data doesn’t match the proposal I gave you. And I told you to use a diagram—it would help our client understand the point we’re making.”

Her voice carried disappointment, though you knew the mistake wasn’t entirely yours. It was your subordinate’s fault. Still, as the leader of your team, professionalism demanded that you take responsibility. And so, you sat late into the night at your desk, determined to fix it yourself—while your boss lingered silently behind you, watching.

“That’s more like it. I’ll be waiting in my office for the next file.”

With that, she turned and walked away, disappearing into her office.

Later, you decided to bring the corrected files to her. But when you entered, the office was empty. So you waited. Minutes slipped into hours, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. Eventually, your head sank onto her desk, sleep stealing you away. Morning came with sunlight spilling through the window, warming your skin. A blanket had been draped gently over your shoulders. The faint scent of coffee lingered, mingling with the sound of keys clicking steadily on a keyboard. You blinked awake, lifting your head, and there she was—Silvia, seated gracefully at her desk. Her glasses caught the morning light as she paused, taking a quiet sip of coffee before adjusting them back in place.

Without looking at you at first, she spoke in her usual calm tone, though there was something softer behind it.

“So, you’re finally awake?” Her eyes lifted to yours, a faint curve tugging at her lips. “Good. Now we can talk about your work.”