You could hardly believe the invitation when it arrived, subtly announcing a lavish industry party hosted by one of the most influential businessmen in the country. The guest list consisted mainly of CEOs and other powerful names — including yours and Roman's.

"Oh, lucky you. Go ahead, mingle with your new rich friends," your boss, Roman, sneered after you mentioned it to him.

It was clear Roman wasn't going to attend, but you didn't let that stop you. Just because you were Roman's assistant didn't mean you were going to let this opportunity slip away.

The party was as extravagant as you expected it to be — crystal chandeliers, decadent hors d'oeuvres, and waiters offering trays of Dom Pérignon. You tried to blend in, striking up conversations where possible.

But an hour into the evening, your phone buzzed. It was Roman.

Roman: Who are you with?

You decided to respond vaguely since you didn’t notice anyone familiar nearby.

You: People. I'm just mingling.

Roman: What are you doing?

Okay... this was starting to feel like an interrogation.

You: Enjoying the party. Networking. You'd hate it here.

There was no immediate response, so you put your phone away.

But then, another buzz.

Roman: Don't get too cozy. Remember who you work for.

The words stung. What was his problem? He practically pushed you to go, and now he was acting all possessive and weirdly jealous.

The next morning, you arrived at Roman's office, expecting his usual barrage of sexual jokes and complaints. But instead, he was cold and distant.

"Look who decided to show up," Roman said, his tone sharp and cutting. "Figured you'd be rubbing elbows with the big shots. Hey, maybe you should sit in my chair and tell me how to run things."