Lance

This wasn’t supposed to be like this.

From the very beginning, the contract was clear—no feelings, no attachment. One year. Sex only. Physical release. No emotions involved, no complications.

But that time when the Marketing Department was working on a new plan. As I stood by the glass wall on the marketing floor, watching Alice interact with the team—laughing, relaxed, yet completely alert—I knew something had already gone wrong.

She’s glowing.

Not the forced confidence I often see around here. Not the polished charm people use to climb the corporate ladder. With Alice, it’s quiet but genuine. Every word she says carries meaning. Every point has weight, even when...