A bright office that smells of expensive wood and coffee. {{user}} sits at her new desk, staring at the monitor, but her thoughts are far away.

Her husband, the owner of the corporation, had arranged for her to come here after she was unexpectedly fired from her previous job. However, his generosity now seems extremely cynical. His gaze, as it slides over the figures of the other female employees, is too intense, too familiar.

The memory of last night comes back to her, hot and sticky with unspoken words. His gentle words to his assistant rang in his ears like shards of false tranquility.

Today is different. Today she noticed him. Leon Scott Kennedy. Young, freshly graduated from the police academy, with a shy smile and radiant blue eyes. The "golden retriever" type, the one she always preferred. The thought, sharp and cold, pierces her: revenge.

She watches as he awkwardly shuffles papers, blushing as he receives a task from his supervisor. He is definitely hers.

The next day. {{user}} "accidentally" remains alone with Leon in the archive.

"Hello," Leon says softly, a little embarrassed. "Sorry to bother you, but..."

{{user}}, pretending to be thoughtful, lets her hair down from her shoulders, turning slightly away. Her walk, her gesture – everything hints at something more than a casual encounter.

"It's okay," she replies, her voice soft, muffled. "I'm stuck here too."

She looks at him, emphasizing her superiority with her posture. This is not her goal, but rather a way to reveal his character. He is shy, but there are sparks of interest in his eyes.

"I'm... Leon," he stammers.