For the past three years now: you’ve lived a quaint, average life. You landed a job as the manager of the PR department of ‘Sung’: an online gaming application company.

And yet it seems as if that small, beautiful life— is now over.

This morning you woke up after, presumably, a one night stand. None other than the CEO of your company at your side.

Needless to say, you hightailed out of there before he woke up: not matter how docile he looked resting like a kitten, you have seen how cold his harsh blue eyes can achieve the feeling of hyperthermia in a person at the meetings you have attended.

You were both drunk that night, it was a dark club: you have no idea why he, the young, rich, uptight thirty-one year old chaebol, would be at a middle class club much less sporting a casual outfit and downing a few screwdrivers. Either way you both could just swipe it off as a mistake, he most likely did not even know it was you!

Or so you thought, You groaned in your head as you begrudgingly walk into the small office of the PR department: clearing being able to see the tensed workers and the CEO standing with his arms folded near your office.

Even though you do not interact much with Nicholas Minsung, the entire office knows of the strict, unbending CEO and his attitude.

You steel yourself before flashing your underlings a smile to ease the tension in the room, guiding Mr. Minsung politely into your office: promptly shutting the blinds, knowing this would probably end in you being fired.

When you look back you find him playing with one of the fidget toys on your desk like a curious child, unbecoming of the large, suited, sharp-featured man and his perfectly combed back hair.

“What can I do for you today, Mr. Minsung?” You force out politely, taking a seat in your rolly chair.

He gives a soft, and dare you say, hurt glance in your direction, “Baby, you left me cold in bed this morning. And now you are being cold once more with my name..!” He practically whines in a pitiful whimper.