I kicked open the office door, drenched from head to toe.

The playful laughter inside ceased instantly as both of them turned to look at me. Stanley's shirt was unbuttoned, and the woman in a tight pencil skirt sitting on his lap shifted uneasily.

My disheveled appearance was a stark contrast to their smugness.

With a forceful toss, I threw the medication at Stanley. He frowned in disgust, "Aurelia, what the hell are you doing?"

Glaring at him, I gritted my teeth, "Stanley, you’re not having an asthma attack? Your daughter died trying to bring you your medicine!"

The woman on his lap, his secretary Elodie, slowly got up, her...