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A tall woman with a deep purple hair shoved her apartment door closed with a kick. Her one hand was gripping an overstuffed grocery bag that clanked when she landed it on the counter. It was not just instant ramyeon as usual but with a bottle of discounted red wine.

She exhaled like she had survived a combat at work today.

“Budget ramyeon and wine for dinner. Classy! Hysilens.”

She ripped open the ramyeon cup, poured water into a pot which had a chip the size of a dime and stared at the neon-orange seasoning that looked suspiciously radioactive. While the noodles softened, she took the bottle of wine over and studied the label as if it held secret ingredients.

The fridge door caught her eye. A neon-green sticky note in her own handwriting sneered back.

No drinking this week!! Be better!
 – Future Me.

She ignored it.

“Sorry, future me. Present me is exhausted.”

The overcooked noodles went into a plastic bowl. It was her only clean option then she grabbed a disposable fork. She held the wine in her other arm together with a mug and padded to the couch. The first sip of the wine bit back as the taste was tangy and cheap.

“Don’t judge me. You were on sale.”

Three slurps of ramyeon later and the edge of the day dulled. She clicked on the TV. A glossy commercial burst across the screen. There were sun-kissed families in matching swimsuits with perfect smiles and perfect tans.

“Sure. Because coordinated polyester is the key to happiness.”

She muttered.

“Meanwhile, I’m living the dream. Cheers to a powdered soup and grape vinegar!”

The ramyeon was gone before she noticed. She stared at the empty bowl, sighed and topped off her mug.

“To progress . . . or to nowhere. Same thing.”

Warmth spread through her chest. She scrolled through her phone half laughing at memes and half cursing at news headlines.

“Taxes for trains that never worked . . . And I—”

She gestured vaguely at the room.

“—am drinking discounted wine. Future me, hope you’re amused.”

Her voice wavered but she hid it with a laugh. She took another refill.

“At least I’m not my mother.”

She whispered, daring the words to sting. The bottle of wine was finished. When she slipped her phone into her pocket, she was already on her feet with her apartment keys.

“One more drink.”

She decided, shoving her feet into her shoes.

“Somewhere that isn’t like this sad cave.”

The half-full mug stayed on the table and the empty bowl joined the pile in the sink. Hysilens stepped into the night to run for another bottle at the convenience store.

***

In a supertall 60-storey glass tower, the ballroom in the mid-floor was full of business discussion. Executives, ministers and magnates raised glasses as they traded polished lines. Their laughter echoed louder than the string quartet in the corner.

At the head of one table, Cerydra the current CEO of ScepterTech sat perfectly straight in a blue suit. Her smile was courteous and her eyes was almost half-lidded. She had watched this performance a thousand times already.

“President Cerydra, your delegation has been frankly masterful! Few leaders could step back and still have the company run this smoothly.”

One from the major shareholders praised.

“Or perhaps it’s just such a well-oiled machine that it barely notices the operator’s absence.”

The young CEO replied. There was a thread of irony in her voice.

“So tell me, Am I brilliant . . . or merely replaceable?”

Polite laughter rippled around the table which sounded a little too rehearsed after her line.

“Replaceable? You? Never. You’re the heart of this empire.”

One director insisted.

“Then let’s hope the heart doesn’t grow bored.”

She responded while lifting her glass of wine. The table chuckled again though a few faces tightened at the edge of that joke.

Later on, Cerydra slipped out to the smoking terrace. She leaned on the rail with her wine glass dangling from her fingers while the city glittered beneath like a scattered constellation. Moments later, her gray-haired attendant-secretary approached quietly.

“You played your part well tonight, President.”

“Yes. Flawless act. The untouchable tycoon. Smile on command. Laugh on cue. . . what else?”

She dryly replied.

The attendant-secretary watched her for a long moment as she stayed still few steps away.

“Does success make you feel empty, Stelle? Or having it nowadays simply gets boring?”

 Cerydra asked.

“I am not exactly sure.”

Stelle’s voice was tinged with concern. Cerydra then, dismissed her for tonight with a small movement of her hand.

Back at home, her penthouse was in its usual precise silence. There were curated arts hanging on the walls, the floor was a polished marble, the early moonlight shone from the ceiling to floor glass window into the living room with the grand piano also catching the light. There were also some collection of vinyls on display. Around the kitchen, there was a rack of vintages. Everything was arranged and immaculate. Inside her study room, the only out-of-place object on her desk was a signed leather folder. It was her last will. She brushed her fingertips over it as if testing the edge of a memory.

“I built something that will keep going without me. Exactly what I aimed for.”

She said aloud to herself. Her phone buzzed with another unread message from her mother. She ignored it and shut the device off. She poured herself a glass of vintage then stepped out onto the balcony.

“Jump from here? Too obvious. That’s not my style.”

She returned to her desk and opened her laptop to search for secluded cliffs and remote coasts. Images of jagged rocks and endless sea filled the screen. It was almost the perfect stage she wanted and no one would expect this. It was wild like a fitting backdrop for the woman who had everything. Cerydra found it amusing if people would wonder why she did it on the messiest end and not one fitting of such grace and victory she had forged through the years.

“There’s nothing left worth winning.”

She murmured and finished the wine, set the glass down with care and let that thought root. She had decided. She would go to that place tomorrow.

***

On the following day, Hysilens overcooked her noodles again but she didn’t care. She slurped them down and chased each bite with a shot of cheap alcohol. It was a vodka that went on sale this time. Her phone buzzed. It was a rent reminder. She barked a laugh and tossed it aside.

“Another Tuesday. Another reason to drink until Wednesday does not come.”

She collapsed onto the couch with her usual mug dangling from her fingers. The TV glowed with a rom-com this time. It was a perfect couple under the glow of fireworks then there was the slow-motion kiss.

“Yeah, happily ever after. Try paying taxes with that.”

She muttered as she drained the mug. The apartment suddenly felt too small and her sight started to blur but she still staggered to the convenience store down the street.

“Okay, one more. I swear.”

She mumbled to herself as she wobbled under the streetlights.

She made it in one piece to the convenience store. Now out with her newly bought wine, Hysilens stumbled into the cool night. Her eyes barely focused on the path ahead.

Somewhere across the city’s glittering skyline, Cerydra closed her laptop and slid the last document into the safe. Her will and the empire, everything wrapped in perfect order. The midnight chimed. She opened the terrace doors from her study room. The city’s towers glittered like a thousand small achievements that no longer moved her.

“You’re beautiful, Okhema city. . .”

She said dryly.

“. . . but you grew unbearably dull.”

Her eyes drifted to the photos still glowing on her phone screen. They were the remote cliffs by the dark ocean.

“A stage worthy of an exit.”

She grabbed her coat then left without chauffeur, taking her least remarkable luxury silver sedan. Tonight, she wanted to be alone.

Back on the dim streets from the convenience store, Hysilens wobbled along the sidewalk, swaying between streetlights and muttering to herself about taxes, ramyeon and how life was being unfair. On the other side of the city, Cerydra drove silently, navigating the empty road towards her cliffside stage.

Unaware of each other, their paths curved closer. One seeking oblivion in a cheap alcohol while the other one calculating her grand escape. However, the universe somehow twisted each of their own version of fate and instead, had already set a different cycle for them.

Reaching the cliffside, the ocean below was dark as ink. The waves were breaking against the jagged rock. Short but imperious, Cerydra’s white hair and icy blue eyes was glinting in the moonlight. She stood by the edge.

“An ending should have gravity.”

She murmured with an even voice.

“Grandeur in silence. A finale for someone who has everything . . . yet nothing left.”

Then came a sound of gravel crunching nearby. Cerydra suddenly froze from the interruption.

 “. . . Seriously? Who put stairs in the clouds? Ow . . .”

A taller, dark-haired figure emerged from the side street, clutching a half-empty bottle of wine. Her amethyst eyes shone unevenly under the moonlight. She squinted at Cerydra like she was a trick of the night.

“Whoa. Okay. Either I’m hallucinating or . . . stingray in heels? Really? Yep. Definitely drunk.”

Cerydra exhaled in annoyance for the disruption.

“Of course. My grand finale, interrupted by a ramyeon-scented stranger.”

“Oh! And it speaks! You smell like fancy perfume. I smelled like . . . ramyeon? Totally unfair.”

Hysilens said and was grinning crookedly.

“Do you mind? I’m staging a departure. It doesn’t include unsolicited commentary or fumes of cheap wine.”

“Departure? Like . . . staged death? Or the boom-splat kind?”

“Brilliant deduction, taller-than-average drunkard.”

Cerydra replied with her impassive expression but her voice carried sarcasm.

“. . . The cliff gave it away.”

Hysilens sounded proud of herself. Cerydra pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Days of preparation and now I’m heckled on my own cliff by someone reeking of cheap wine.”

“Don’t knock them!”

Hysilens shot back.

“You reek of extreme intoxication.”

“At least I’m still standing. Unlike your ‘dramatic exit’ plan.”

The words hit harder than Cerydra expected. Before she could reply, Hysilens’ foot slipped.

“Wait—! Aaaaaa!”

She tumbled forward and in reflex, Cerydra lunged, catching her wrist just in time. The jolt nearly sent them both over.

 “Unbelievable!”

Cerydra hissed. They collapsed side by side and breathless. Cerydra’s pristine suit scraped against the gravel.

“I choreographed perfection and you turned it into slapstick!”

“. . . But technically, I saved you . . . right?”

Hysilens said with a tipsy grin.

“No. You nearly ended us both!”

Her dramatic stage crumbled like a fallen castle.

 “You’ve ruined everything.”

She whispered low and sharp in frustration.

“. . . You’re alive though. You’re welcome, fancy kid.”

Hysilens mumbled with her eyes half-closed. Cerydra’s glare faltered. The emptiness in those amethyst eyes mirrored her own. For the first time in months, Cerydra was able to give a soft and unpolished laugh. Hysilens continued.

“Weirdest hallucination ever.”

She sighed as she looked at Cerydra then the dizziness made her nod off on her knees. The ocean roared below but the abyss deep within both of them was slowly fading. The starlight was sprinkling the world from above them. Cerydra let out a slow breath. Her heart was still absurdly thumping due to the near disaster from earlier.

Her eyes . . . why do they feel . . . so familiar? We nearly went over that edge together. Would it have been . . . simpler if we had?

Hysilens was still dozing off by her side with her long purple hair already a bit tangled. She then lifted her head and glanced at Cerydra.

“You’re quiet. I like quiet people. You look like you know secrets. Or maybe you’re planning my murder. Maybe both.”

“Perhaps both.”

Cerydra said dryly. Hysilens leaned closer.

“You . . . smell good. Like someone at my work. Fortunate woman.”

Cerydra stiffened, catching the sharp tang of wine clinging to the other woman. She didn’t answer.

And yet this mess is the reason I’m alive.

She thought but then Hysilens murmured.

“You know . . . I’m surprised you didn’t just leave me. You’re probably bored. Bored of life. Like me. Maybe we’re . . . connected? Ugh, this weird hallucination . . .”

Cerydra half heartedly responded.

“Bored, yes. Annoyed, absolutely.”

Hysilens started wiggling upright, trying to help herself stand. Noticing this, Cerydra does the same but she was definitely more composed.

“Come on . . . careful.”

Cerydra tried to help Hysilens instinctively and offered her arms for support.

“Hello cliff, please don’t try anything . . .”

Hysilens mumbled as she reached out to Cerydra’s arms.

 “Of course you’re heavy.”

Cerydra muttered with Hysilens still wobbling. They made it to the luxury silver sedan which was parked by the street side. Cerydra pulled a bottle of water from the console and handed it over.

“Sit. Drink. Stop moving.”

Hysilens’s eyes lit.

“Wait . . . fancy car . . . still hallucinating, right? Don’t wake me up. Best dream ever.”

Cerydra opened the window for her. Hysilens leaned back, sipping and sighing as the night air rushed in. Cerydra kept her eyes on the road with her pulse still uneven from the near accident.

I hate that she smells like cheap wine but I can’t leave her. Not there.

She glanced over once. The city lights were catching in her blue eyes. A half-smile tugged at her lips.

This absurd and messy person . . . just added something I didn’t know I was missing.

The skyline rose ahead in neon and silver. Hysilens mumbled half-formed thoughts about work and discounted liquor. Cerydra drove on but quietly aware that the night had already rewritten the course of her life.

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Hysilens suddenly woke with a jolt. Her eyes darted on the unfamiliar ceiling then on the glass wall where the sunlight poured across the white sheets under her. It was not her bed. Her own mattress sagged on the left corner and carried a smell of a different brand of detergent.

“ . . . Huh?”

Her throat felt like sandpaper. She sat up then her eyes scanned the immaculate and absurdly clean room.

This is not a dream. Definitely not a hallucination!

Last night bled back in fragments. She remembered the cliff but just vaguely, the white haired woman and the fancy car. Then, realization struck.

“Oh no--”

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was already 9:37 a.m. She’s late for work. There were already few missed calls and messages from her shift manager so she lurched out of the bed instantly but nearly strangled by the duvet. She found her shoes lined neatly by the door and her cardigan was folded on a chair near the bed.

Whoever lives here is frighteningly precise and apparently . . . kind, I guess.

The soft clink of cutlery drew her through a corridor into the kitchen. The air smelled of coffee. The white haired lady from last night was sitting by the marble counter in a gray sweater with a newspaper folded beside her toast. She looked up to Hysilens upon noticing her presence.

“Good morning.”

The greeting landed politely.

“Ah . . . good morning?”

Hysilens croaked while gripping on her bag.

“You’re calmer now.”

Cerydra studied her for a moment then slightly tilted her head.

“Last night you . . . won’t stop speaking. Stingray . . . fancy car . . . best dream ever. Ring any bells?”

Color rushed on Hysilens’ cheeks.

“. . . No. That sounds like a drunk ghost impersonating me.”

“You don’t dispute the drunk part?”

Cerydra’s voice held a dry edge.

“I’m already late!”

Hysilens blurted, seeing the time once more on the wall clock. Her panic spiked.

“I have to go. Thank you for . . . uh . . . the bed. Goodbye!”

She pivoted for the door which she was not even sure if that was the exit.

“Wait.”

Just one word but it froze Hysilens.

“I’ll drive you.”

Cerydra offered as she set down her cup but Hysilens spun.

“What? No . . . you must have . . . like important meetings or stock markets to monitor.”

“I don’t. My day is clear.”

“Then enjoy your day. I can take the cab.”

“I insist.”

There was no space to argue. The way she said it was less an offer and more of a decision already made. Hysilens wilted in defeat.

 “. . . Alright, miss. If you insist.”

Hysilens muttered then added.

“But don’t blame me if your car smells like hangover.”

Cerydra’s lips curved in amusement.

Taking the penthouse’s elevator, it sent them straight down to Cerydra’s private garage in the basement of the building. A deep blue convertible supercar greeted them.

Wait, wait we’re taking this car?!

Hysilens’ thought screamed in disbelief.

Cerydra guided her on the passenger seat before turning to settle herself on the driver’s seat. The car purred to life with its engine producing a resonant buzz. This was the car Cerydra regularly drives. It’s also her favorite.

The city slid past in silence during the travel. Hysilens was sitting stiffly and still clutching on her bag like. Cerydra who was calm behind the wheel finally spoke.

“You don’t remember much, do you?”

Hysilens just stared out of the window as if trying to hide partly her embarrassment and partly her nervousness.

“. . . Bits. Mostly shameful bits.”

“Shameful?”

A ghost of amusement was present in Cerydra’s voice.

“You compared me to a stingray.”

Hysilens groaned. She then buried her face in her hands. Embarrasment won over nervousness.

“Please tell me I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“Then you hallucinated it.”

“I don’t hallucinate.”

The smaller lady’s response was smooth and absolute. Heat crawled up on Hysilens’ neck.

“ . . . You must think I’m pathetic.”

“Not pathetic. Just . . . interesting. Last night you seemed to speak without armor. Now, you barely breathe a word.”

“That’s because sober me knows when to shut up.”

Hysilens mumbled in defense. There was a pause and Cerydra did not push further, letting the silence stretch once more.

When they finally pulled up near Hysilens’ office building, she leaned forward to the windshield anxiously.

“Here. Stop here, please.”

Cerydra slowed the car. Hysilens glanced at the clock on her phone. It was already past ten.

Great. An hour late. Perfect!

Upon leaping on the sidewalk, fresh air hit her face but the relief was short-lived. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Kafka and Se-wan (Black Swan). They’re her two closest coworkers and considered also as close friends.

They just stepped out of the coffee shop nearby and chatting on their way back towards their office building. Hysilens froze.

No, no, no, not now.

As if on cue, Kafka’s head turned. Her eyes locked on Hysilens. It widened then lit up upon recognition.

“Hysilens!”

Kafka waved, wearing her bright smile. Se-wan followed with a grin on her lips. They were already walking towards Hysilens, unaware that their friend’s pulse was already spiking.

No. They saw me. They saw me get out of this car. Of all times—

Before she could even take a panicked step back towards the car for cover, Cerydra lowered the window.

“Your number.”

She simply said with an even voice, cutting through Hysilens’ chaos.

“What?”

“Give me your contact.”

Cerydra smoothly said. She handed her phone to Hysilens over the window.

“W-why?”

Her friends were closing in and her heart was pounding.

“Now.”

She quickly took the phone and keyed her digits.

“Okay bye!”

Hysilens thrust the phone and pivoted towards her coworkers. She forced an awkward smile as if she had not just stepped out of a car that costs more than her apartment.

From the driver’s seat, Cerydra was calmly watching the whole scene unfold with her lips curving in amusement.

Kafka hooked an arm through Hysilens the instant she reached her.

“Did you just stepped out from that pretty car?”

“What? No. She just asked for directions.”

Kafka’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Directions, huh? And why do you smell like . . . hangover?"

“I was GOING to freshen up before you two ambushed me, thank you very much. I was running late, that’s all.”

Se-wan who was on her other side arched a brow and joined in.

“I’m pretty sure I saw you got off of that car.”

She teasingly pressed on but kept her expression steady.

“No time to shower but you arrived in a chauffeured ride?”

Kafka gasped theatrically and continued.

“Don’t tell me . . . you finally spent a night with a mystery millionaire?!”

Hysilens’ face flamed at the idea.

“Oh my god, no. Nothing happened. I just . . . I drank too much, okay? That’s all.”

“So you DID go home with someone.”

Kafka responded as her eyes glittered.

“I did NOT go home with someone.”

She insisted, tugging them towards the glass door of their building.

“It was . . . circumstances. Complicated ones. Stop looking at me like that!”

Se-wan chuckled.

“Complicated circumstances ending in a chauffeured drop-off? Sounds like more than a hangover.”

Hysilens groaned.

“I hate both of you.”

 “Liar~”

Se-wan sang the word teasingly and added.

“Lunch break. Spill the details later. And go to the washroom if you don’t want your director to question THAT smell.”

Hysilens trudged inside as she muttered to herself.

“Why today, of all days . . .”

Behind her, Kafka and Se-wan traded gleeful glances as neither believed her word.

***

The soft clicks of keyboards and low chatter of employees filled the office support floor of ScepterTech’s headquarter in its usual morning. At the Executive Secretary’s desk, Stelle who was the CEO’s attendant-secretary skimmed through a stack of scheduling requests when her desk phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID.

[Top Floor – Office of the CEO]

Her breath was caught as the CEO’s line was supposed to be silent from today.

“P-President?”

Stelle answered with her voice instinctively lowering.

“Come up.”

The phone came with a calm command then the line went dead. Stelle blinked with the receiver still in hand.

“She’s . . . back?”

She unconsciously murmured before herself. A few nearby managers caught the words and turned to Stelle.

“What? She came back already?”

“Didn’t she announce she’ll have long vacation starting today?”

“I thought she would be gone for few weeks . . .”

The chatter started to swell. Stelle set the phone down then smoothed her blazer and rose from her chair. The elevator chimed when she pressed the private-access keycard.

It was almost comical. Last night, Cerydra’s desk was meant to be empty forever. Instead, here she was, calmly resuming her role because of a drunk stranger who she stumbled in the wrong place and the wrong time.

The glass door clicked and her attendant-secretary peeked in hesitantly. Her eyes widened when she saw the CEO back on the desk and was focused on her laptop.

“P-president?”

“Yes?”

Cerydra’s tone was clipped as if nothing were out of order.

“I just . . . Everyone thought you’re on leave.”

“I changed my mind.”

The young CEO responded smoothly with her eyes still pinned on her laptop.

“. . . Understood. Should I . . . inform the board?”

“Do so.”

She replied then after a pause, she added.

“And send me the updated reports from last week. I’ll be catching up.”

Stelle nodded hurriedly and slipped out from her office, still looking as if she’d seen an apparition. Cerydra leaned back in her chair. Her gaze drifted towards the skyline outside her window. The city glimmered in the morning sun, alive with motion and sound. Her plan to vanish had dissolved into nothing more than a smudge on her memory and replaced by a stranger’s flushed face and slurred words. She was back on her throne but for the first time in a while, the emptiness of this place felt different.

The CEO only read the company reports more thoughtfully today. Not with the detached perfection her staff expected but with a certain calm curiosity as if the urgency that once gnawed at her was gone. After a moment, she pressed the intercom.

“Stelle. Come.”

Her attendant-secretary appeared by her office's glass door after few minutes with a tablet in hand.

“Yes, President?”

“I’ll review performances every now and then. I expect the executives to be proactive on alerting matters. Consider it a challenge. If they want this company to thrive without me, this is their chance. I won’t be involved much on the following months.”

Stelle blinked and was stunned.

“Y-Yes, of course.”

Cerydra added as she closed her laptop.

“Inform them by today.”

Stelle bowed slightly but as she lingered by the glass door, her brows furrowed subtly and Cerydra noticed it.

“What is it?”

“Forgive me, President.”

Stelle spoke carefully.

“But . . . you seemed different today. Less . . .  rigid. Almost . . .”

She hesitated as she was searching for the right word.

“. . . lighter.”

For a brief moment, Cerydra’s lips curved in a smile. She folded her hands neatly on the desk.

“Let’s just say . . . I’ve found a thing of interest.”

She said simply. Stelle studied her for a heartbeat longer but her composed expression left no room for prying. She then bowed once more.

“Understood. I’ll make the arrangements now.”

When she left, Cerydra stood and reached for her coat. The office which was once her cage, suddenly felt too heavy and too still. She had no patience to stay today.

Moments later, she was behind the wheel of her deep blue convertible again. The city was blurring past her. This time, she wasn’t driving towards obligations but away from them. At a red light, her hand hovered over her phone. A small frown tugged at her brows before she unlocked it. Her contacts list was pristine and full of high-profile names yet her gaze fell on the freshly added number. Her thumb tapped it.

[Me]: Did you make it to work alive?

She smirked at the irony, set the phone down and pressed on the accelerator when the light turned green.

***

By the time Hysilens finally leaned back in her chair, the office floor was nearly empty. The computer noises had quieted and the janitorial staff was already making their rounds. Her stomach grumbled. She hadn’t eaten lunch and the vending machine coffee she’d gulped at three o’clock had long since worn off. But hunger was the least of her problems. What weighed heavier was the memory of her friends’ hungry looks. Hungry not for food but for gossip. She had dodged them all afternoon by burying herself in spreadsheets, emails and every menial task she could pretend was urgent.

If I just looked busy enough, maybe they’ll give up.

Kafka and Se-wan had no deadlines these days and apparently had endless patience. As she shut down her computer and slung her bag over her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin when Kafka popped up beside her.

“Done?”

“Do you live under my desk now?”

“Nope.”

Her friend responded sweetly, linking her arm with hers.

“I live for answers. And you still owe us details about that mystery person.”

Se-wan appeared on her other side, looking relaxed.

“We decided not to press you during work hours. But now, you’re free. So no excuses.”

“I’m not—”

Hysilens battled.

“Ah, ah.”

But Se-wan cut her off.

“To make it fair, I’ll treat you both. Dinner. My pick. A proper one.”

Hysilens stared at her.

“Your pick?”

“An expensive place.”

Se-wan clarified with a shrug as though talking about luxury meals was no big deal. She wasn’t flaunting though as this was just a small expense for her.

Kafka’s eyes sparkled.

“See? No escaping us. Free food!”

Hysilens groaned, dragging her feet as her two friends herded her towards the elevator.

“I should’ve just died of embarrassment this morning.”

She muttered.

Se-wan chuckled, guiding them out.

“Too late for that. Now, feed us your story over truffle pasta.”

Kafka clapped her hands gleefully.

“Ooooh, truffle pasta. Hysilens, you can’t say no to truffle pasta.”

Hysilens sighed in defeat with her head drooping. There was no way out. Tonight, she was trapped but at least she won’t be eating convenience store food for dinner. Se-wan’s white e-car purred smoothly through the evening traffic. The leather seats were soft and the city lights were reflecting off the tinted windows. Hysilens sat at the back with her arms folded, still sulking over being kidnapped for this dinner.

She finally reached for her phone, noticing the notification blinking on the screen. She had not touched her phone since the afternoon.

[+12 345 6789]: Did you make it to work alive?

Her brows furrowed. She stared at it for a long moment before shoving the phone back into her bag. Kafka leaned forward from the passenger seat, animatedly chatting with Se-wan about weekend plans.

“Let’s go hiking.”

Kafka suggested.

“You’ll quit halfway, I know it.”

Se-wan replied coolly.

“I’ll at least make it to the first bench.”

Hysilens rolled her eyes, half-listening. Her mind kept flicking back to that text message.

Penthouse, luxury car . . . it all clicks now. Unbelievable. Absolutely unreal. No way she’d actually message me. She’s THAT billionaire CEO, isn’t she?

By the time they pulled into the glowing frontage of an Italian restaurant, Hysilens was so lost in thought she barely noticed Kafka tugging her out of the car. Inside, warm lighting glowed over polished woods and velvet seating. The moment they were settled with menus, Kafka leaned across the table with her eyes sparkling.

“Alright. Spill. Who was it?”

Hysilens gave her a neutral face like she had no idea what they wanted to know.

“Who was what?”

“The person with the blue car this morning!”

Kafka hissed as though afraid the other tables might steal her gossip. Se-wan leaned back, smirking.

“Luxury car, chauffeured drop-off . . . Hysilens, that wasn’t just a random one-night drinking buddy. Who was it?”

Hysilens laughed weakly, waving her hands.

“Nothing like that! Don’t get weird ideas. I barely remember, okay?”

“Then remember harder!”

Kafka pressed then Se-wan added with impatience.

“. . . and if they’re rich, you’d better not fumble it. Secure your bag.”

Hysilens barked out a laugh at the comment.

“Please. I can’t even secure my bills, let alone a person.”

But their expectant stares pinned her down. Hysilens sighed, giving in just enough to make them stop pestering. She lowered her voice and gathered the two closer.

“. . . I think . . . and I’m not even sure, okay? Because . . . I was really drunk. It might’ve been Cerydra. You know . . . the CEO of ScepterTech?”

Both of her friends froze. Kafka’s jaw dropped.

“That . . . THAT Cerydra?!”

Se-wan’s eyes widened and clearly intrigued.

“Interesting. You’re telling us you stumbled into a billion-worth woman? Not even million. It’s BILLION! Hysilens.”

Hysilens winced.

“I told you, I’m not sure. Don’t go imagining nonsense. And definitely don’t tell anyone. If it was actually her.”

Kafka groaned dramatically.

“How come you’re unsure? You don't remember her face?"

Se-wan rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone.

“Unbelievable. Here.”

She shoved the screen towards Hysilens.

“This is her official Winstagram. Look closely and remember if she’s the same person!”

On the glowing screen was a series of Cerydra’s photos in suits, event shots and a few candid clips of charity galas. Hysilens studied the pictures and realization slowly dawned in her chest.

“. . . Okay.”

Hysilens murmured at last and leaned back in her seat.

“Yeah. That’s her.”

Kafka fanned herself with the menu.

''Hysilens, this is your golden ticket!”

Sewan grinned as she added.

“Girl, do you even understand the gravity of this situation?”

Hysilens just sighed, half amused of how her friends' enthusiasm looked funny to her and half retiring from the interrogation.

“I knew I should’ve stayed home tonight . . .”

Her friends’ excited chatter about securing a high-profile CEO only grew louder while Hysilens sat back in her chair, trying to control the volume of her friends’ echoing voices.

***

Headlights from the night rush traffic scattered through the city view below Cerydra’s ceiling to floor penthouse windows. She set her clutch on the marble counter and took off her jacket. The usual silence settled in. She checked her phone again but still, nothing from that drunkard woman from last night.

She slipped out of her heels and padded barefooted into the wine rack for a bottle of vintage. Then, she dropped into the couch in the living room.

Her contact list of close and trusted individuals was small. There was Stelle, her attendant-secretary who’s steady as a clockwork then Cyrene, her childhood friend who still treated her like the scrappy girl from decades ago. And there’s Fei Xiao, whom she had met during her years studying abroad and the founder of the nation’s premier wine label. Three people and then, there’s this one stubbornly silent drunkard who she just added to the list.

She tapped her phone and stared at the unsent draft she’d written earlier. Finally, she typed another message.

[Me]:This is Cerydra. I dropped you off at your office this morning. I suspect your memory may be unreliable, but I’d like to confirm.

Her thumb hovered. It felt absurd waiting for a response from a woman who had stumbled onto the cliff by mistake, muttered nonsense and fell asleep in her car. And yet, Cerydra pressed “send” anyway.

“Let’s see if you ignore me twice.”

Leaning back, she swirled the glass of wine in her hand.

At that same moment, Hysilens just got home. Kafka and Se-wan drove her home safe and sound. She tossed her bag onto the counter, kicked off her shoes and shuffled straight into the refrigerator. Her hands moved on autopilot, taking a familiar chilled bottle.

She turned on the TV not to watch but to drown out the silence. Some variety show blared with laughter. Hysilens settled into her couch with the drink. Her body sank into the cushions like it always did after a long day from work.

Her phone buzzed beside her. A message from Kafka.

[Kafka]: “Get some sleep Ms. Billionaire. And try not to finish a bottle tonight.”

Hysilens chuckled softly to herself and she typed on the keys.

[Me]: “I’m fine. Promise. Just a glass. Everything’s under control.”

She hit ‘'send'’ and took another slow sip then let her head rest against the back of the couch.

“Everything’s under control . . .”

She deeply exhaled.

Her friends were aware of her habit and bits of the cause. But Hysilens never unpacked anything deeper. She always thought that everyone had problems and hers weren’t special. She lifted the mug to finish the last drop but then her phone buzzed again on the table. She reached for it. There was a new message.

[+12 3456 789]:This is Cerydra. I dropped you off at your office this morning. I suspect your memory may be unreliable, but I’d like to confirm.

Hysilens stared at it.

“. . . She actually messaged again.”

Setting her mug down, she typed stiffly.

[Me]: Yes. I remember. Thanks also for last night. I’m fine now.

The response was polite, cold and final. She had no plans of entertaining someone as of now, let alone an unreachable person. Yet, she couldn’t shake the idea that this high-profile person was persistently messaging her. It didn’t fit the image of an unreachable tycoon at all. Before she could even place her phone back down, the reply came instantly.

[+12 3456 789]: You sound sober now. Good. I’d rather think my effort of pulling you off a cliff not be wasted only for you to do it again.

Hysilens blinked at the screen.

. . . What?

Another message came just as quick.

[+12 3456 789]: Though you were entertaining. You fancy my car?

Heat rushed to Hysilens’ face. She groaned yet, her lips curved despite herself. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.

[Me]: Don’t expect that kind of talk when I’m sober.

She sent. And then, she received a reply again almost instantly.

[+12 3456 789]: And why is that?

Hysilens leaned back into the couch. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. The TV was still playing at the background and her drink was already half-forgotten on the table. Her thumbs hovered over her phone. She’d already told herself that she wasn’t going to keep responding yet here she was, leaning against the cushions and typing.

[Me]: You reply too fast. Don’t you have a company to run?

The reply came before she even had a chance to sip again.

[+12 3456 789]: Work bends around me, not the other way. Try it sometime.

Hysilens scoffed.

“Well . . .  figures.”

[Me]: Not everyone can afford to live like that.

[+12 3456 789]: And yet, you afford plenty of liquor.

Hysilens choked and glared at her phone.

“Excuse me??”

She typed furiously.

[Me]: Are you keeping tabs on my lifestyle already? We barely know each other.

[+12 3456 789]: Barely is still more than nothing. Besides, you talk more when you drink. I prefer that version.

Hysilens froze. The heat crept to her cheeks.

“Unbelievable.”

[Me]: If you’re looking for amusement, I’m not your entertainment.

[+12 3456 789]: Perhaps not. But you might be useful.

That caught Hysilens off guard. She frowned at the vague words.

Useful how?

She wasn’t about to ask outright but curiosity tickled the back of her mind.

[Me]: I’ll pass. I don’t humor strangers no matter how rich they are.

[+12 3456 789]: Strangers don’t save each other on cliffs.

“…Touché.”

Hysilens muttered under her breath, staring at the glow of her phone. Then another message arrived.

[+12 3456 789]: Coffee. Saturday.

Her friends’ voices echoed in her head.

You’d better not fumble it. Secure your bag.

She laughed dryly to herself then proceed to reply.

[Me]: Why?

[+12 3456 789]: Because I have something to offer. And because you’re curious whether you admit it or not.

Hysilens let out a long sigh, tossing her head back against the couch.

“This woman is too much.”

But still, she typed.

[Me]: Fine but I’ll pick. No hotel lounges.

[+12 3456 789]: Agreed. Somewhere quiet. I dislike noise.

[Me]: Deal. I’ll get there myself. No need to chauffeur me in your spaceship car.

[+12 3456 789]: Suit yourself. See you on Saturday.

Hysilens dropped her phone onto the cushion and finally lifted her mug again. The liquor tasted different tonight. It was less bitter.

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The local coffee shop Hysilens chose was quiet and tucked off a narrow side street not far away from the business district. A handful of customers were focused on their laptops. The espresso machine hissed over the soft lofi background music of the shop. Some customers tilted their heads and few phones subtly angled for stolen photos as they realized who was sitting by the window. It’s the country’s tech magnate, alone with an untouched black coffee. When Hysilens arrived, she spotted the CEO immediately and approached her.

“You really do look like you walked out of a magazine.”

She muttered under her breath as she came close. Cerydra looked up at once with her posture straight.

“You came.”

“Of course.”

Hysilens said, sliding into the chair across from Cerydra.

“Though I was tempted to turn back when I saw how early you were.”

“Punctuality is a habit.”

Cerydra replied in an even voice.

“Yeah, well . . .  lateness is mine. Balance, right?”

A faint lift of Cerydra’s mouth passed for amusement.

“You know,”

Hysilens added, fidgeting with the sleeve of her jacket.

“You speak like this is a job interview. Should I have brought a resumé?”

It earned the CEO a soft chuckle from the humor.

“No, it’s not an interview. But . . . I have proposal.”

Hysilens arched a brow.

“That sounds like the start of a scam.”

Instead of answering, Cerydra studied her for a moment.

“Tell me, Hysilens . . . what does a typical day look like for you?”

Hysilens blinked.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

Cerydra’s brow lifted slightly as if the question was unexpected.

“Your friends shouted your name when I dropped you at your office.”

“Right, guess that explains it.”

Hysilens muttered then she continued.

“And to answer your question, I wake up late. Rush to work. Get things done. Sometimes skip lunch to meet deadlines. I go home then I sleep and repeat. Nothing headline-worthy.”

Cerydra listened without interruption.

“Your turn.”

Hysilens said at last.

“What’s this mysterious proposal?”

“I want us to share lives. For a while.”

Cerydra’s answer was steady and direct.

“You live like me. I live like you.”

Hysilens was speechless then let out a laugh.

“You’re joking. People don’t actually suggest that over coffee.”

“I don’t claim to be like the others.”

Cerydra said plainly then continued.

“I’ve reached every goal I set. Titles, numbers . . . none of it fills anything anymore. I wondered if meaning might exist somewhere else the time I saw your eyes.”

“So you’re bored of being a CEO . . .”

Hysilens responded and leaned back, crossing her arms.

“. . . and you think living the life of a random person is the cure?”

“Perhaps not a cure.”

Cerydra replied calmly.

“Perhaps a start.”

Hysilens gave a short and incredulous laugh.

“You’re serious?”

“I wouldn’t waste either of our time otherwise.”

“This is insane.”

Leaning forward, Hysilens continued.

“I have work, rent, a landlord who barely fixes my heater. And you . . .”

She gestured towards Cerydra’s immaculate composure

“. . . you have an empire to manage. It’s not realistic.”

“Realistic . . .”

Cerydra said evenly then added.

“. . . is a word for those who’ve decided to stay exactly where they are.”

“Don’t psychoanalyze me.”

Hysilens shot back.

“My life may be messy, but it’s mine. I’m not signing up to some rich woman’s boredom project.”

Cerydra’s eyes softened but not offended.

“Boredom project?”

She echoed quietly.

“Perhaps. But also something else.”

“And that is?”

“To see if contrast can reveal meaning.”

She said.

“You’re caught in repetition. I’m caught in hollow achievements. If we live by our differences even briefly, we might both see our lives in different light.”

“That sounds like something ripped out of a self-help book.”

“Self-help books avoid risk. I’m offering risk.”

Cerydra replied in low and precise voice.

“And I’m asking because I believe you have something I’ve lost.”

Hysilens frowned.

“What could I possibly have that you don’t?”

“A bit of mess.”

Cerydra said simply but there was a hint of sincerity in her eyes. She then continued.

“To live without a polished mask. . .  I haven’t allowed myself that in years.”

The weight of her words stilled the air between them. Hysilens glanced towards the counter where the espresso machine’s hiss of steam felt suddenly distant.

“Still . . . it’s absurd.”

She said at last.

“Who just exchange lives?”

“Two people with nothing to lose by trying.”

Cerydra answered. Hysilens exhaled while rubbing her temple.

“. . . You’re not going to drop this, are you?”

“Not until you’ve considered it.”

Hysilens pushed her chair back. Its scrape was loud in the quiet café.

“Look. I’m not agreeing to anything. I don’t have time for some . . . experiment. But . . .”

Surprising herself with her hesitation, she added anyway.

 “I’ll think about it. That’s all.”

Cerydra inclined her head as if Hysilens just signed contract.

“That’s more than enough.”

“Don’t read into it.”

Hysilens muttered but while walking away from their table, the faint curve of Cerydra’s confident smile stayed with her on the way home.

***

The apartment greeted her in its usual way. It was dim and quiet. Hysilens dropped her keys and phone on the counter, kicked off her shoes and headed straight to the refrigerator without even thinking. Another bottle, another mug, the same routine.

Her phone buzzed on the counter. She set the wine down before unlocking the screen. There was a new email.

From: Twilight Courtyard Behavioral Rehabilitation Center
Subject: Monthly Billing Notice | Outstanding Balance

There was a second email.

From: Dr. Hyacinthia
Subject: Family Visitation Event

Dear Ms. Hysilens,
The facility will hold its monthly family event next Thursday. We encourage your attendance as family presence contributes significantly to recovery and motivation. Your mother has shown more stability this month. We would be glad to see you.

Her thumb hovered over the “reply” button. She could almost hear her mother in those facility’s white hallways. She then reopened the billing email instead and entered her card information. Payment was made without hesitation. Hysilens locked her phone then padded to the living room.

The television played in the background. The sitcom laugh track filled the silence as she sat cross-legged on the couch. She sipped on her mug and the wine burned just right down her throat. Her mind wasn’t quiet as the CEO’s words replayed.

Two people with nothing to lose by trying.
You have something I’ve lost.
Mess. . .

She exhaled sharply through her nose.

“What kind of nonsense . . .”

She muttered, downing another sip and yet, the more she drank, the less ridiculous it seemed.

Work, drink, pass out. Repeat. I don’t even remember half the weekends anymore. What if . . .

Deep in her thoughts, she set the mug down and stared at the liquid inside. A bitter laugh escaped her next.

Easy for her to say. Rich people can just . . . decide to be bored. Decide to play games with their lives. Some of us don’t get that luxury.

When she finally fell into sleep later on with a bottle half-finished and the TV was still buzzing, Cerydra’s voice was the last thing her thoughts had heard.

***

The weekend slipped by, quiet and uneventful. Cerydra returned to her glass-walled office Monday morning. Her presence alone was enough to make the office support floor buzz yet, for today, she wasn’t buried in meetings or dictating company directions. Her executives had their chance now. She had deliberately pulled back, handing them projects, deadlines and room to stumble or shine.

Stelle, who was ever diligent, came in with files but Cerydra only skimmed them.

“Keep me updated.”

She said.

“Noted on this, President.”

The attendant-secretary bowed respectfully though her eyes flickered with curiosity again. She had noticed the President’s softened tone and the lightness of her mood that wasn’t there in couple of months before.

After Stelle stepped back from the office, Cerydra leaned in her chair, gazing at the skyline out the window. The city was busy and alive but for her, it was still muted like watching a film with the sound turned down.

She thought of the witty-tongued drunkard who had stumbled into her careful end-of-life plan and wrecked it so spectacularly. She hadn’t expected the memory of her to keep popping up. Cerydra glanced at her phone. Still no new message from the lady. Her lips pressed into a thin smile. After a pause, she typed.

[Me]: You might have forgotten but my proposal remains. Think of it not as a game but a chance to see if something new can shift the way life feels.

She reread it twice then hit "send". For the first time in a while, she felt a twinge of anticipation neither from a quarterly report nor from product launch but from the uncertain possibility that a stranger might respond.

***

Friday afternoon bled into evening. Hysilens sat at her desk, drowning herself in backlogged reports. Her friends Kafka and Se-wan kept popping by her desk throughout the day. Coffee breaks turned into gossip sessions and lunch at the cafeteria turned into shared complaints about managers and deadlines. Hysilens felt almost normal when with her enthusiastic friends.

By the time the clock hit seven, Hysilens stretched her stiff shoulders, packed up and proceeded to the elevator to meet with Kafka and Se-wan at the building lobby. As the three turned to walk outside, Hysilens froze. Right outside the lobby’s glass doors, unmistakable even in the dim streetlights was an impeccably dressed lady. Her posture was relaxed yet radiating with expensive aura. Her blue luxury convertible was parked just at the curb and wa drawing eyes from passerby.

Hysilens’ stomach dropped.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

“Uh, Hysilens . . .”

Kafka said while squinting.

“Isn’t that . . . the car from last week?”

Se-wan tilted her head and started grinning.

“And that looks like someone was waiting for you.”

Hysilens fumbled with her bag strap.

“No, no, you’re seeing things. Must be some executive or whatever. Let’s . . . let’s go the other way.”

But Kafka was already smirking.

“Too late. She’s looking right at you.”

Cerydra’s sharp gaze had landed on Hysilens. A faint smile curved her lips upon meeting her eyes as she straightened. Hysilens’ pulse raced. She quickly pulled out her phone only to see the CEO’s unread message lighting up the screen.

[+12 3456 789]: I’ll be stopping by your office today. Let’s talk.

Her mouth went dry. Before she could think of an escape, Cerydra lifted a hand in small and proper greeting.

Se-wan chuckled low.

“Hysilens . . . do you have SOMETHING to tell us?”

Hysilens swallowed hard.

“I . . . might be dead in the next five minutes.”

And with no other choice, she walked towards the lobby doors. It slid open. Cerydra stepped forward with ease to meet them.

“Good evening.”

She greeted smoothly, inclining her head towards Kafka and Se-wan.

“I hope you don’t mind if I borrow Hysilens for a while.”

Her voice was calm but it carried the weight of someone used to being obeyed. Hysilens froze, caught between the burning curiosity in her friends’ stares and the steady focus of Cerydra’s gaze.

“Uh, actually . . .”

Hysilens stammered, fumbling for an excuse.

“We were just about to head out. We . . . we had plans.”

Before Se-wan could even protest, Kafka clapped her hands together.

“Ah, change of plans!”

“What?”

Hysilens turned to her with wide eyes.

“You know what, you should totally go.”

Kafka said. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Ms. Cerydra there’s no need to worry. We don’t mind at all! Take good care of our dear Hysilens. We’ll manage on our own.”

Se-wan spoke calmly. She gave a sage nod as her lips twitched into a grin.

“Absolutely. Don’t let us hold you back, Hysilens. Go enjoy your evening.”

Kafka added. Hysilens gawked at the both of them.

“You two are unbelievable.”

Kafka and Se-wan exchanged a look that screamed of full support then as they’re about to leave their friend, Se-wan added with a smirk.

“Bring us good news on Monday.”

Hysilens’ face flushed with heat.

“There’s no news! Nothing’s happening!”

“Of course.”

Kafka teased, not believing a word. Then, they swiftly walked away.

Cerydra’s lips curved into a smile and gave a slight bow to Hysilens.

“My apologies for your plans getting cancelled.”

Hysilens wanted to sink into the floor but Cerydra was already gently guiding her towards the car. By the time the passenger door clicked shut, Hysilens was still reeling.

“Seriously . . .”

She glanced sideways to Cerydra who was buckling her seatbelt with graceful precision.

“I had no replies from you for days.”

Cerydra said evenly. Her gaze turned to Hysilens and continued.

“I wondered if you’d simply forgotten. Or perhaps decided it was too absurd to even acknowledge.”

There was a pause before she spoke her next words.

“If you really don’t want to come with me, say so. If you truly want nothing to do with this then I’ll stop wasting your time.”

Hysilens turned back at that. Cerydra didn’t feel like the untouchable CEO now.

She might look flawless, all wrapped up in money and power but maybe she’s just like me . . . a little empty inside.

The thought unsettled her. It softened her. And against her better judgment, she exhaled and her shoulders dropped.

“Fine.”

Hysilens muttered, gripping her bag tighter.

“I’ll hear you out.”

A relief crossed Cerydra’s face. She nodded as her lips curved into a softer smile than Hysilens expected. It was brief but genuine. Hysilens exhaled, pressing her palms against her knees and continued.

“You came all the way here after all.”

Cerydra’s eyes flicked towards her then back to the road. She then started the engine.

“Good.”

Hysilens huffed, leaning back against the seat. The car slid smoothly into the evening traffic. The city lights painted shifting patterns across the windshield. Cerydra drove in silence for a moment before speaking.

“Where do you usually go after work?”

“Home. Just . . . home.”

“Home . . .”

Cerydra repeated as though weighing the word carefully.

“Then perhaps tonight, you could take me there. I’d like to see it.”

Hysilens’ eyes shot wide.

“What? No. Absolutely not.”

She leaned forward slightly in disbelief.

“Why would you even . . . ? It’s small. Messy. Definitely not CEO-worthy.”

A hint of amusement crossed the CEO’s face.

“I am not expecting a villa but wherever you live, I am willing to go.”

“Well, you’re not going.”

Hysilens snapped then immediately regretted how sharp she sounded.

“I mean . . . it’s private. I don’t let anyone visit unless I really, really know them. And we—”

She gestured vaguely between them.

“—we don’t count.”

Cerydra didn’t argue. She simply turned her attention back to the road. Her calm silence was pressing in. Then she said, almost teasingly.

“Your friends seemed to disagree, though.”

Hysilens frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“They looked rather . . . approving . . . when I asked to take you. One even looked proud.”

Cerydra’s lips curved. Her tone was laced with quiet humor.

“It seems they’re already fond of me. Perhaps we should be closer, soon.”

Hysilens groaned, dragging her hand over her face.

“Oh no. Don’t give them more material to gossip about.”

“Why not? Gossip makes things lively.”

“For you maybe.”

Hysilens muttered, staring hard at the passing lights outside. She then added.

“For me, it’s death by embarrassment.”

Seeing the car going on a different direction to her home, she added.

“…You’re not going to drop me off at home?”

“No.”

Cerydra answered as if the decision was already final.

“I’ll take you to my place instead since you don't want me to go home with you. At least have dinner with me.”

Hysilens turned to stare at her.

“ . . . You’re unbelievable.”

Cerydra only smiled while her eyes were still on the road.

“So I’ve been told.”

The rest of the drive was quiet. Hysilens was sulking against the window while Cerydra navigated through the city’s glowing arteries.

 When they finally pulled into the private underground garage of Cerydra’s residential building. Hysilens swallowed hard and folded her arms, muttering under her breath.

“Dragged off to a rich woman’s penthouse on a Friday night. If my friends could see me now . . .”

The private elevator opened with a chime, revealing the sweep of Cerydra’s penthouse. City lights spilled across the floor-to-ceiling windows. A faint warmth of roasted herbs and citrus drifted from the dining area. The kitchen staff had departed only moments earlier.

Hysilens stepped in behind Cerydra.

“You don’t mess around.”

She said under her breath.

“Most people would still be deciding which take-out to argue over.”

 “I dislike indecision.”

Cerydra set her coat across a chair. Her movements were now more relaxed and unhurried.

“Dinner is ready. Sit wherever you like.”

The table already held a pair of settings, wine in a crystal decanter and plates of sea-bass with bright vegetables. Hysilens hesitated. Her hands were stuffed in her coat’s pockets.

“You planned this before I even agreed to come?”

“I anticipated you might.”

Cerydra said simply, pulling out a chair for her guest.

“It would have been discourteous to invite you and then improvise.”

Hysilens let out a low whistle and dropped into the seat.

“Right.”

Cerydra poured her a wine.

“If you’d preferred something else, let me know.”

“Trust me . . .”

Hysilens said, eyeing the immaculate selection on the wine rack.

“. . . anything I’d pick would’ve been an upgrade. This is fine.”

For a moment, only the soft clink of cutlery filled the room. Finally, Cerydra glanced across the table.

“You might have set it aside but my offer remains.”

Hysilens set down her fork as she studied her.

“You really don’t let things go, do you?”

“When something matters to me, no.”

Cerydra plainly answered.

“And I suspect this matters more than either of us will admit.”

Hysilens exhaled half laughing and half sighing.

“You are stubborn but somehow you make it sound elegant, you know that?”

Cerydra’s lips curved just enough to be seen but she did not respond to the remark.

 “I told you I will hear you out, so . . .”

Hysilens finally said.

“One week for each of us. . .”

Cerydra responded. Her tone was calm but unyielding then continued.

“We share lives in full. Your routines, your walls, your nights. Mine as well.”

Hysilens blinked.

“One week? You say that like it’s a coffee order.”

“Yes. You’ll work where I work, sleep on my bed, eat what I eat. I’ll do the same with you. No disguises. That’s the only way to see the whole of each other’s lives.”

Hysilens let out a breath that was half laugh and half disbelief.

“You realize my place isn’t a penthouse, right? It’s . . . tiny. Cluttered.”

Cerydra’s brow lifted slightly.

“Then that is what I want to see. An office or a dinner tells me nothing. A home tells me everything.”

Hysilens chewed her lip as if anticipating any possible scenario before saying anything else.

 “. . . You’re actually serious.”

“It is only a single week.”

Cerydra said, leaning forward just enough for the words to settle.

“If after that you wish to walk away, then that’s it.”

The quiet certainty in her voice stalled Hysilens’ protest.

“Fine.”

Hysilens said at last.

“One week. We’ll . . . try.”

A small and satisfied curve touched Cerydra’s mouth on the response.

“Next week, then.”

After dinner, Cerydra walked her to the car without giving Hysilens room to argue.

“It’s late.”

She said simply, holding the passenger door.

“I’ll see you home.”

The ride back was quiet. Hysilens tried to make small talk but Cerydra’s steady presence made silence feel strangely comfortable. When they pulled up to the narrow street near her apartment building, Hysilens hesitated.

“You don’t have to come up.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Cerydra replied and looked at her passenger.

“But I wanted to know you reached your door.”

Hysilens muttered a quick thanks and slipped out. The night air felt cooler after the warmth of the car seat. She unlocked the building’s side entrance and glanced back once. Cerydra’s car idled at the curb with its headlights soft in the dark. Only when Hysilens waved did the car ease away.

Her apartment smelled faintly of old takeout and detergent. She kicked her shoes off, dropped her bag without looking and flopped face-first onto the couch. The ceiling above was cracked in one corner. It's something her landlord always meant to fix but never did.

"Why did I agree?"

Her arm dangled off the side, brushing against a half-empty bottle she’d forgotten to put away yesterday. The sight of it made her snort bitterly.

What am I expecting to change, really? One week in her life, then what? I’ll still come home to this same tiny apartment. I’ll still pay bills with money that runs out too fast. I’ll still drink myself to sleep more nights than not.

She turned onto her back, staring blankly at the flickering TV she’d switched on out of habit. The noise was comforting. It's almost like a distraction from her own head. But then, uninvited, Cerydra’s voice cut through the static in her mind.

It is only a single week.
If after that you wish to walk away, then that’s it.

She closed her eyes, remembering how steady and unshaken Cerydra had sounded like she already believed Hysilens was capable of turning things differently. And that tugged her.

Maybe nothing changes. Maybe I’m still stuck. But . . . what if she’s right? What if something does shift . . . even a little?

Her lips twisted into a humorless smile. It was absurd clinging to hope just because some rich and bored woman knew how to talk like her words could rearrange the world. Yet, Hysilens felt it a bit. She sat up, grabbed the bottle that’s left around then poured herself a mug. The liquid burned sharp and numbing claiming her again into sleep.

Chapter Text

The weekend office was hushed. Most floors were dim with only a skeleton crew at their desks. Cerydra’s heels clicked along the lobby until she stepped into her private elevator going up to her top-floor office. Everything was in place. Stelle was already there with a slim folder tucked against her arm.

“You didn’t mention you’d be in today, President.”

“I don’t need to announce every step I take.”

The boss replied with an even voice. Then softness edged her tone.

“Besides, I won’t be taking many steps here in the coming week.”

Stelle blinked. Curiousity flickered behind her composed expression.

“ . . . You’ll be away again?”

“Not away. More like . . . researching.”

Cerydra said, moving to her desk. She opened the folder then her eyes skimmed the figures and lists with quick precision. She continued.

“It’s something personal.”

When she finished, she closed the file.

“I’ll be absent for one week. Operations will continue as if I never left.”

“Understood. Shall I alert the board?”

“No. It’s only a short personal leave. They will manage seven days without me. And if they cannot . . .”

Her lips curved in a dry half-smile.

“. . . then they were never worth keeping.”

Stelle straightened slightly. She’s already accustomed to the edge beneath her employer’s calm.

“And if something urgent arises, where should I reach you?”

“Nowhere.”

Cerydra said, folding her hands atop the desk.

“For one week, let them behave like I do not exist. When I return, I expect no fires and no crises. Is that clear?”

“Yes, President.”

 Stelle inclined her head in a precise bow.

“It will be handled.”

“And . . . I’ll have a new assignment for you soon. I’ll forward the details when it’s prepared.”

Stelle once again inclined her head without hesitation.

“Understood, President.”

“Good.”

The attendant-secretary withdrew with the glass door closing in a soft thud. Cerydra leaned back. Her gaze was on the empty stretch of her calendar. A single week living under someone else’s sky. The thought quickened her pulse like a spark of anticipation she had not felt in years.

***

The night before the exchange, Hysilens sprawled across her couch with one sock half-off. The television threw a lazy glow over the room. A cheap comedy rerun was playing in the background while her phone rattled with the usual group-chat chaos. Kafka and Se-wan were trading gossip, memes and half-serious brunch plans.

She laughed under her breath at one of Se-wan’s over-the-top voice messages and reached for her drink when a different notification slid across the screen.

[+12 3456 789]: Are you ready for tomorrow? I’ll meet you at your workplace. Consider this a courtesy reminder so you won’t be startled again.

Hysilens froze. Her thumb was suspended above the reply button.

Tomorrow. Already?

Her chest tightened. She had agreed and backing out now would look pathetic. She typed a careful line.

[Me]: Yeah. I remember. Don’t worry.

It was short and neutral but when she set the phone down, her thoughts spun.

Ready? How does anyone prepare for this?

Would the CEO trail me like an intern? Sit at my desk? Pretend to take calls? My coworkers would notice instantly!

She pictured Cerydra’s immaculate suits and unmistakable presence radiating through their cramped office. One glance and every gossip chain in the building would light up.

“This is insane.”

She muttered aloud, dragging a hand through her hair.

“Mask. Definitely a mask. And maybe pray the director is out sick.”

The phone buzzed again.

[+12 3456 789]: Good. Rest well. Tomorrow begins a fresh start.

Hysilens stared at the words until they blurred. A reluctant laugh slipped free.

“Fresh start . . .”

She repeated, half-mocking and half-unnerved. She thumbed the TV mute and flopped back against the cushions. The blanket was pulled tight around her shoulders with her phone still in her grip. Anxiety prickled under her skin but beneath it, a small and persistent spark of curiosity refused to die. Tomorrow would arrive whether she was ready or not.

***

The subway rattled beneath Hysilens’ feet as she gripped onto the rail. Her earbuds was on and she’s half-lost in thoughts of spreadsheets and deadlines. By the time she passed the station steps, she had nearly convinced herself that her life exchange with the CEO was a fever dream and surely, Cerydra had come to her senses overnight. As she entered their lobby, she froze. Cerydra was already there. She was not in her usual runway-sharp suit but in a softer charcoal ensemble that still looked expensive. She stood near the reception with her hands loosely clasped and surveying the space.

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Before Hysilens could move, a warm and familiar voice cut through the morning hum.

“Ms. Cerydra!”

It was Cipher, the company’s finance director and Hysilens’ department head. She strode across the lobby with a folder tucked under one arm. Her bright smile widened when Cerydra turned towards her.

“Director.”

Cerydra greeted smoothly and inclined her head.

Hysilens blinked. She’s still unmoving on the lobby not far from the two.

Director? They know each other?

“I heard you might visit but not this soon.”

Cipher said. Her tone was both teasing and impressed.

“I preferred to arrive quietly.”

Cerydra replied calmly. Cipher’s eyes lit when she spotted Hysilens lingering nearby.

“Ah, perfect timing. Hysilens, come here.”

Hysilens stepped forward.

“Ms. Cerydra will be joining us for a while.”

Cipher announced as if unveiling a surprise gift.

“A junior assignment in Finance. I trust you two are already acquainted?”

Hysilens opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“I . . . yes, Director.”

She managed to let out the words finally.

“Excellent. You’ll be her point of contact.”

Cipher delightedly said.

“Treat her like any other new staff, though I suspect she’ll need very little hand-holding.”

Hysilens could only nod while her brain screamed.

Junior assignment? What did she—

Cipher glanced at Cerydra again.

“We’re lucky to have you, Ms. Cerydra. I hope our humble department gives you the inspiration you needed.”

Cerydra gave her a polite and measured smile then responded.

“Thank you, Director. I’ll do my best to meet your expectations.”

“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, morning meeting awaits. Hysilens, I am leaving her in your care.”

Cipher gave a cheerful little wave and swept towards the elevators, already pulling out her phone. The instant she disappeared, Hysilens hissed under her breath.

“What did you do?!”

“I told you . . .”

Cerydra said. Her voice was low but tinged with dry amusement.

“. . . I intend to live your life. Step one is employment.”

“You . . . you applied here?!”

“I reached an understanding with your director.”

Cerydra’s eyes glinted almost playfully.

“She trusts me. And you.”

The elevator chimed. Cerydra gestured for Hysilens to lead. The ride up felt airless. Hysilens folded her arms in the corner, sneaking glances while Cerydra stood with effortless composure. When the doors opened onto the finance department’s floor, every head turned.

“Wait—isn’t that Cerydra, the CEO of ScepterTech?”

Someone whispered.

“Why would she be here? Merger news?”

Another murmured.

Cipher reappeared before the rumors could combust, clapping once for attention.

“Team, a quick announcement. We have a new member. She’s Ms. Cerydra.”

She let the name settle before adding with a grin.

“Yes, THAT Cerydra on your minds. She’ll be with us in a junior role under Hysilens’ supervision for this week.”

A ripple of shock swept the room, half gasps and half delight in disbelief. Cerydra inclined her head with poised serenity.

“I look forward to working with all of you.”

The department practically vibrated with curiosity, not sure whether to bow, clap or start bombarding her with questions. Cipher gave a small wave to them before leaving.

“Hysilens, show our new junior to her desk, please.”

Every step to her desk felt like walking a parade route. Conversations dipped then spiked again behind them. Cerydra followed right behind like a queen disguised in commoner’s clothing but everyone still recognized the crown. Whispers flared the second they settled on their desks.

“Did you hear? She’s Hysilens’ junior.”
“Oh wow, they’ll be joined at the hip.”
“Did Hysilens secretly saved the company or what?”

Hysilens slumped towards her monitor. There was heat creeping up her neck. Beside her, Cerydra unpacked a single leather notebook and a pen as if she weren’t causing chaos just by breathing. Hysilens’ phone buzzed with a group chat notification.

[WoT-Work Overtime Ladies]
[Se-wan]: Tell me this is a prank. Did you just hire Cerydra as a junior?
[Kafka]: This is a drama plot. Spill now. What you guys did last Friday?
[Se-wan]: That’s our girl Hysilens quick on her feet. Perhaps next, you’d surprise us of your wedding?

She flipped the screen facedown with a groan. Cerydra leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice meant for Hysilens alone.

“Quite an entrance. Do your colleagues gossip like this daily?”

“Welcome to Finance.”

Hysilens muttered.

“You wanted my life, deal with it.”

A flicker of amusement touched Cerydra’s lips.

“Being your junior may prove . . . interesting.”

Hysilens launched into an overlong orientation out of pure nerves, partly hoping Cerydra would get bored and quit halfway. She opened spreadsheets, templates and reports. Her tone was deliberately flat.

“So, this is the daily expense log. We need to encode receipts, update these tables and prepare a summary for Director Cipher on Fridays. It’s . . . boring. Just routine.”

She glanced sideways, expecting Cerydra to be scrolling on her phone or zoning out but instead, Cerydra leaned forward with brows knitted in focus.

 “And the cutoff for irregular expenses?”

“. . . You’re actually listening?”

“Of course. I said I’d do the work.”

Hysilens coughed awkwardly then showed another document.

“Then, here are the sales reports. We clean raw data before submitting to the Director. It’s just copy-paste, re-check then label. Nothing exciting.”

“Let me try.”

Hysilens leaned back with arms folded, waiting for the disaster. Cerydra moved with too much deliberation. She copy-pasted wrong columns twice and mislabeled a cell.

“Wow. Congratulations. You’ve broken the sheet.”

Hysilens commented nonchalantly.

 “I’ll fix it.”

She gave a quick frown then a small laugh at herself. Slower this time, she persisted. Her jaw tightened with each correction.

“Why are you so worked up? It’s literally just data entry.”

Hysilens muttered.

“I want to do it well. Even the smallest job deserves effort.”

Cerydra responded while still looking at her computer screen. Hysilens’ lips parted slightly. For a second, she almost forgot to be annoyed. This junior wasn’t doing this for show. She actually cared about winning at something as trivial as encoding. By the time Cerydra managed a clean entry, she turned to Hysilens almost proudly.

“Done. Not as quick as you, but improving.”

Deep in thoughts, Hysilens caught herself staring.

Is this woman serious?

She had expected arrogance, dismissal and even Cerydra leaving mid-task to sip wine somewhere. But instead, she was stubbornly determined. Hours slid by until noon. Hysilens stretched her arms. Then she turned to her junior.

“If I don’t drag you out, you’ll skip lunch.”

“I’ll eat when the task is finished.”

“Yeah, no. Monday reports snowball after lunch. Cafeteria. Now.”

Surprisingly obedient, Cerydra closed the laptop.

“Fine. I’m curious about your office cuisine after all.”

On the way, a pair of employees froze with their eyes wide in admiration. One blurted.

“Um . . . Ms. Cerydra? Could I . . . take a quick photo?”

Cerydra smiled graciously as she stood beside the young women for a quick phone snap.

“Of course. Just one. Don’t let your Director catch you wandering.”

They gave their thanks as they bowed and scurried off while buzzing with excitement.

“Do you realize the gossip mill is going to explode today?”

Hysilens muttered.

“I’ve already noticed the stares. They’ll get used to me.”

Cerydra replied calmly.

Her group chat chimed again.

[WoT–Work Overtime Ladies]
[Se-wan]: Hysilens, Hello??? Did you cast a spell on her?
[Kafka]: That’s some kdrama-level sorcery. You ignoring us?
[Se-wan]: Sugar mommy confirmed.

Hysilens nearly choked, shoving the phone away.

“Something happened?”

Cerydra asked. She lifted a brow upon noticing her action.

“Just friends being stupid.”

Arriving in the cafeteria, the air smelled of fried rice and seasoned vegetables. As soon as Cerydra stepped in, heads turned subtly. Some people tried not to stare. Some hid their phones like they suddenly remembered they had dignity. No one approached until two employees from Finance mustered courage.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Cerydra.”

One said cautiously.

“Good afternoon.”

Cerydra politely replied. The other one blurted out.

“We were just wondering . . . why are you working as a junior staff? It just seems . . . um . . . unexpected. Everyone was actually surprised. You are here not even with the executives.”

Hysilens held her breath while Cerydra only smiled and still composed.

“I needed a different perspective. Inspiration, perhaps.”

Her tone discouraged any follow-up. They could only nod to agree, thanked her then left to return to their seats. Hysilens grabbed a sandwich and broth. Cerydra chose a perfectly balanced tray with rice bowl, salad and miso. They ate in a corner booth. For once, Hysilens chewed slowly, aware of her companion’s quiet rhythm.

“That looked exhausting. Being called everywhere you go.”

Cerydra took a sip of her soup looking unbothered.

“I’m used to it.”

“That’s some crazy rich problem, honestly.”

Cerydra almost laughed at the remark.

“I can change masks depending on the room I walk into. That’s the trick. And it is a useful skill.”

Hysilens leaned back, tilting her head. Her voice was casual but pointed.

“If you’re that good at changing masks . . . then maybe I’ll never know when you’re being real.”

The air paused. Cerydra didn’t get offended. She didn’t even flinch. Instead, she set down her chopsticks and looked directly at Hysilens.

“You’ll know.”

She said softly then added almost immediately.

“Because I don’t waste sincerity on people I don’t intend to keep.”

Hysilens’ heartbeat stuttered just a little then looked away as she tried to shift the topic.

“Anyway, so you’re really doing the full week?”

She asked.

“Yes. The smallest details matter.”

Hysilens shook her head slightly as she smiled despite herself. The lunch didn’t feel empty today.

***

The afternoon was light with just the ordinary flow of corporate life but for Cerydra, ordinary was the challenge. She was used to decision-making, macro-views and delegations. Now, she was clicking through internal workflow software designed by someone who clearly hated efficiency. Hysilens quietly watched Cerydra staring at the screen with her brows slightly furrowed in frustration.

“You have to log the request here.”

Hysilens explained, pointing with her pen.

“Then tag the internal reviewer. Then move it to the pending board.”

Cerydra followed the cursor but her fingers hesitated.

“This is . . . unnecessarily complicated.”

She observed.

“It is.”

Hysilens agreed.

“It’s been like that since before I joined.”

Cerydra blinked at her.

“That’s . . . tragic.”

Five minutes later, Cerydra attempted to print a simple one-page document. The printer whirred and did absolutely nothing. She tried again but still, nothing happened. She stared at it like it had personally betrayed her.

“. . . Is it broken?”

“No. It’s just sentient and hates us.”

Cerydra pressed another button. The printer beeped wildly.

“ . . . It hates ME specifically.”

Cerydra concluded. Hysilens had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

“The trick is . . .”

She walked over, tapped the side panel and opened the tray, giving it one small hit like a gentle scolding. The printer immediately began printing perfectly. Cerydra looked at her as if she had just performed forbidden magic.

“How did you . . .”

“Years of suffering.”

Hysilens answered plainly. She watched Cerydra return to her desk with her sleeves slightly rolled and her hair coming a little undone. Despite the struggles, Cerydra was neither annoyed nor condescending. She was adapting. Once she got the pattern, she worked through the tasks with surprising discipline.

Well . . . she insisted on this. She wanted to live my life. Let her struggle.

Hysilens sat back in her chair and exhaled as if she was somewhere between entertained and impressed.

***

The office hummed with the last few stragglers finishing up. Hysilens and Cerydra wrapped up for the day.

 “By the way, how’d you get here this morning? I didn’t see your spaceship car.”

“My driver brought me. He’ll pick us up in a bit.”

Hysilens froze.

“Us? You’re heading to my apartment?”

“Of course. That’s part of the arrangement, yes?”

Panic flickered.

“Could we . . . delay that? My place is . . . uh . . .”

Cerydra’s brow arched.

“Why? Are you worried about . . . tidiness?”

“Yes! I need a day to . . . you know. I can’t have you seeing my life like this yet.”

Cerydra’s laugh was low and warm. She patted Hysilens’ shoulder lightly.

“Very well. Consider it a soft start. Tomorrow, your life becomes mine.”

Outside, a black luxury sedan waited.

“I can have my driver take us both. There’s no reason for you to wrestle with the subway after today.”

The thought of another crowded train made the decision for Hysilens.

“Sure. But just drop me off for today.”

“Understood.”

The driver stepped out to open the rear door. Hysilens hopped in beside her so-called junior. The leather seat was warm against the evening chill. As the car pulled smoothly into the traffic, Hysilens caught herself relaxing despite everything.

Upon arriving home, the quiet hit first in the apartment. The laundry slumped in one corner, dishes sulked in the sink and empty bottles were left on the counter.

“Well . . .”

She muttered, dropping her bag with a thud.

“Guess tonight’s a cleaning night.”

She kicked off her shoes, rolled up her sleeves and tied her hair back with a scrunchie. The blazer landed on the couch with a lazy flick. She surveyed the battlefield. In the bedroom, there were socks gone rogue, wrappers on the bed table and a thin film of dust daring her to care.

“If I hadn’t agreed to this ridiculous proposal . . .”

She grumbled.

“I’d just ignore it all. No scrubbing, no sweeping, no pretending to be super tidy for someone who probably has a staff to fold her socks.”

Still, she started anyway, gathering bottles first. Each trip to the trash felt like an argument she was losing.

What’s the point? She’ll see through me anyway.

But the image of Cerydra at the office crept in. Sharp suit toned down to blend in and the quiet focus that never slipped. Hysilens paused mid-fold with a shirt hanging limply from her hands.

“ . . . Today wasn’t that bad.”

She admitted under her breath. Her phone buzzed on the couch.

[WoT-Work Overtime Ladies]
[Se-wan]: Hysilens! We were hunting you after work!
[Kafka]: Our team got swamped! Total chaos. New assignments. New launches. We need details.
[Se-wan]: You escaped interrogation today, but tomorrow you’re ours.
[Kafka]: And don’t think we missed that cafeteria photo.

Hysilens arched a brow and thumbed a quick reply.

[Hysilens]: Gossip travels faster than viruses. Cleaning my apartment. Catch up later.
[Se-wan]: Cleaning? You?
[Kafka]: Lies. She’s just hiding.
[Hysilens]: I do clean! Occasionally.

She tossed the phone back onto the couch with a snort and returned to the mess. Her steps were heavy but the quiet no longer felt so empty. The teasing, the absurd bargain and the day’s unexpected company, they all somehow left an unfamiliar warmth in the room.

Chapter Text

The next morning broke clear and bright. Cerydra stepped from her car with her usual composure. She moved through the lobby without hurry until the elevator in the corridor revealed two familiar faces.

“Oh my god . . . isn’t that—”

Kafka nearly dropped her coffee. Se-wan cut in. Her voice was almost like a whisper.

“It’s Cerydra! She comes here early?”

Cerydra caught their startled gazes, approached them and offered a polite nod.

“Good morning.”

Both women straightened instinctively. Professional smiles snapped into place though their eyes gleamed with unspoken questions.

“Good morning, Ms. Cerydra. What a . . . pleasant surprise.”

Se-wan managed with practiced smoothness.

“Yeah,”

Kafka added with her eyes still wide.

“Didn’t think we’d ever see you here this early. Or . . . here at all.”

A curve touched Cerydra’s lips. She read them easily but gave nothing away. She inclined her head once more before gliding past them towards the finance floor. At her desk, she set her bag down with care. Moments later, the two reappeared before her.

“We’re grabbing another cup before the day officially starts.”

Kafka said with a hint of dare in her tone.

“Want to come?”

Cerydra tilted her head, amused by the invitation.

“Certainly.”

The three made their way to the café. As they joined the short line, Kafka exhaled in frustration.

“Two major brand launches at once. If they think we can nail both in three weeks, they’re dreaming.”

 “It’s heavy . . .”

Se-wan followed.

“but if we pull it off, we’re practically guaranteed a bigger role soon.”

Cerydra listened in silence until a lull opened.

“Three weeks for two launches is demanding.”

She said evenly.

“but with the right division of tasks, it isn’t impossible. Who’s leading the projects?”

 “Director Aglaea.”

Kafka answered, rubbing her neck.

“She acts like we can conjure full campaigns overnight.”

Se-wan chuckled, shaking her head.

“Production’s a circus. Every time we think we’re done, she tosses revisions like confetti and wants another miracle.”

Their laughter faded as they realized who stood beside them. Both casted uneasy glances at Cerydra.

“Uhm, I mean . . . not that all directors are like that. Right Kafka?”

“Right, right.”

Kafka added quickly, clearing her throat then Se-wan continued.

“Some people just . . . thrive on chaos.”

Cerydra blinked once then let a soft chuckle slip.

“I understand. Deadlines that stretch reason, expectations that defy reality, those aren’t unique to your director.”

Her smile held a glint of private amusement.

My own executives must say the same of me.

She thought, a curl of humor formed in her mind.

Strict. Impossible. Expecting results out of thin air. Hearing it said face-to-face is almost refreshing.

“You don’t need to censor yourselves.”

She added lightly.

“This week, I’m merely a junior here.”

Kafka grinned as her shoulders eased.

“Maybe so, but it’ll take us a while to forget who you really are, Ms. Cerydra.”

Se-wan nodded in agreement.

Finally, it’s them on the first line over the counter. Cerydra placed three orders for them and then she paused.

“What does Hysilens usually get?”

“Americano. No sugar.”

Se-wan replied without hesitation. Kafka smirked and added.

“And she chews through the straw more than she drinks. Better grab a spare.”

Cerydra’s quiet laugh slipped free as she added a fourth cup to the order.

When they returned to the office building, Se-wan and Kafka turned towards the elevator going to the production floor with a casual wave. Cerydra took the next elevator alone with a cup carrier in one hand.

Back at their department floor, Hysilens was already absorbed in her monitor with her fingers moving across the keyboard. She didn’t notice Cerydra until a paper cup landed beside her mouse.

“Americano. No sugar.”

Hysilens looked at her in suspicion and let out a sharp voice.

“ . . . How did you know what I drink?”

Cerydra only gave her a gentle smirk. Hysilens frowned as curiosity twitched but let it drop. The cup’s heat seeped through her palms as she wrapped her fingers around it. Then, her phone buzzed.

[WoT-Work Overtime Team]
[Se-wan]: Kafka managed not to squeal in front of Cerydra.
[Kafka]: My hand was shaking I almost spilled coffee on her shoes. I’m dead if that happened.
[Se-wan]: Hysilens, you’d better start talking soon. If you keep secrets, we’ll just go straight to her for answers.
[Hysilens]: You dare. I see what’s done here. Sneaky you two, aren’t we?

Hysilens managed a quick response and slid the phone face-down.

An hour later, a soft vibration broke the steady hum of the office. This time it wasn’t her phone.
Cerydra’s screen lit the desk. It was her mother. Cerydra’s posture tightened almost imperceptibly before she rose, excusing herself to one corner.

“Mother.”

She answered with her voice even.

“What is this nonsense I’m hearing?”

The voice on the other end was sharp enough to cut.

“You took leave to what? To play office worker in some clothing start-up? Have you completely lost sense? What will people say?”

Cerydra closed her eyes for a measured breath.

“I haven’t lost anything. I’m exactly where I chose to be.”

“This is reckless. Your name, your responsibility . . . you think you can walk away whenever you please? Return home at once. Your executives—”

“—are capable.”

She interrupted with her tone still steady but threaded with strain.

“They can manage without me. Don’t you see that?”

There was a heavy and disapproving silence. Then her mother spoke again.

“Do not shame us with this whim, Cerydra.”

The call ended with a click that felt louder than it was.

Lost my senses . . . you really have no idea . . . mother.

Cerydra slid the phone into her pocket. Squared on her shoulders, she let her expression smoothen before returning to her desk. Hysilens glanced up briefly as Cerydra sat but asked nothing. She simply returned to her screen. Cerydra resumed on the keys. The room settled back into the sound of typing and the low drone of air conditioning. Cerydra’s focus had thinned. Everyone carried their own weight and Hysilens wasn’t one to pry. Yet she tried in her own blunt way to break the heaviness.

“You’re quiet.”

She said without turning to look at the other.

“Already tired of being a junior?”

Cerydra glanced in surprise then gave a single small shake of her head.

“I’m fine.”

That was all. The brevity oddly reassured Hysilens. She let the silence settle again. By the time lunch hour came, Hysilens grabbed her phone and stood up.

“Come on.”

She said casually. Cerydra looked up with her composure instantly back in place.

“Where to?”

“Lunch.”

Hysilens rarely went out for lunch. Usually, she just stayed at her desk with coffee or something she picked up from a convenience store. She never cared for proper breaks, thinking it just made the day drag longer. But since yesterday when Cerydra became her junior, something in her made an exception.

The nearby fast food chain wasn’t big. It deeply smelled of fried food. Kids were screaming two tables away and someone was spilling soda near the counter. To Cerydra who was used to quiet restaurants, it was chaos but to Hysilens, it was just lunch.

“Sit.”

Hysilens said, gesturing at a table near the window.

“I’ll order.”

When she came back with a tray of burgers, fries and drinks, a few heads had already turned towards them. Some people were whispering like they were debating whether it was really whoever it was in their minds. Cerydra noticed them and so did Hysilens.

“You get recognized even here.”

 Hysilens muttered, unwrapping her burger. Cerydra could only let out a faint smirk.

“I suppose people don’t often see their CEO queuing for fries.”

“You don’t really seem like someone who eats fast food anyways.”

Hysilens remarked. Cerydra turned to her with her eyes glinting in amusement.

“Do I look like it? And yet, you still brought me here to eat greasy meal.”

Hysilens shot her a look.

“It’s supposed to be my treat. You looked bothered since morning but on second thought, pay for your own!”

Cerydra raised a brow then there was a spark of laughter in her eyes.

“Then I suppose I’m lucky to have such a responsible senior, looking out for me.”

Hysilens looked away with a crease on the middle of her brows. They ate in a rare pocket of silence.

“Why the sudden change in mood? Now you don’t speak again.”

Cerydra teasingly asked.

“You ask too much. Finish your food so we can go.”

Hysilens tried to divert as she did not want to be teased any further than what she can take. Her cheeks got a little flushed half from irritation and half from embarrassment thinking Cerydra perhaps did not actually eat fast food after all. But Cerydra noticed it all. Her eyes softened. The tension that had shadowed her since morning seemed to already ease.

As they left the fast food place, Hysilens grabbed her drink to go while Cerydra quietly followed behind her.

“Thank you.”

Cerydra said suddenly as they walked. Hysilens looked back at her.

“For what?”

“For lunch.”

Hysilens shrugged, pretending not to care.

“Don’t make it sound dramatic. It’s just food.”

But Cerydra smiled to herself. Her eyes was on Hysilens’ back as they crossed the street.

The rest of the afternoon unfolded in the usual hum of productivity. Cerydra worked steadily beside Hysilens. She still struggled with some parts of the system like the smaller and tedious details that no CEO would normally deal with but she faced each with surprising patience.

Hysilens was discreetly amused. It made her rethink her first impression of Cerydra as a bored executive chasing thrill. Moments later, a familiar voice broke their focus.

“Good afternoon, ladies.”

Cipher had stopped by their row.

“How are things going here?”

She asked while glancing from one to the other. Cerydra straightened in her seat and answered with composed confidence.

“Everything’s running smoothly. I’m still adjusting to the workflow but it’s been quite engaging.”

Cipher nodded and clearly pleased with the tone. Then her eyes shifted to Hysilens who gave a half-smile.

“She’s doing fine.”

Hysilens said.

“Surprisingly patient, actually. I thought she might storm out after realizing how repetitive this job can get.”

The hint of sarcasm was light and almost teasing, enough to make Cipher chuckle. Cerydra’s brows rise faintly.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

As she turned to leave, she paused beside Cerydra’s desk.

“If you ever need to raise anything . . . issues, concerns . . . anything at all. My door is always open.”

“Thank you, Director.”

Cerydra replied politely. Cipher gave a brief approving nod before walking away.

The rest of the afternoon passed by in a blink until their end of shift. Hysilens began packing her bag and Cerydra mirrored her movements.

“My driver’s outside.”

Cerydra said evenly.

“We can leave now.”

Hysilens slung the strap over her shoulder.

“I’ll commute today. If you’re coming with me, you’ll follow me.”

Cerydra’s brow furrowed.

“The subway right . . .  that’s . . .”

“Yeah, shocking, right?”

Hysilens cut in with her voice dry.

“People actually get around without chauffeurs. If you want the FULL experience, this is it.”

A reluctant breath escaped Cerydra.

“I know what commuting is. Truly. But-”

“It’s routine. I don’t need to be chauffeured home like some celebrity’s assistant. Consider it lesson one, how the rest of us get home. You said you wanted the whole thing, remember?”

Cerydra hesitated then exhaled. The corners of her mouth bent into a wry smile.

“ . . . Fine.”

“Glad you’re learning that early.”

Hysilens then started towards the elevators with her junior trailing behind her.

The early evening breeze met them outside. Cerydra’s driver quickly opened the car, expecting his passenger to enter but only to see his employer shake her head slightly.

“I’ll commute tonight, Phainon. No need to pick me up starting tomorrow.”

Cerydra said. The driver was uncertain if he heard correctly but stepped back with a polite nod. Hysilens couldn’t stop the smirk curling at her lips as they walked side by side towards the subway entrance. She was quietly amused and felt a little triumphant.

So this is what payback feels like.

She thought.

All those times Cerydra teased her, cornered her into conversation and made her feel like she was always the one catching up, now seemed like the tables had turned.

The subway station heaved with the evening rush. A river of dark suits swept down the station’s stairs. Hysilens moved through it with ease like of someone who did this every day. Her hands were tucked in her coat pockets. Cerydra followed a step behind with her posture too straight for the chaos around her. A few commuters slowed as she passed, tilting their heads.

“Wait, is that . . . ?”

Someone murmured.

“Looks like her.”

Another whispered with a phone half-raised before a friend nudged it down.

A pair of college girls tried to be discreet, stealing glances as they trailed the two. Even in a plain coat, Cerydra’s poise gave her away.

When the train arrived, the crowd surged. Hysilens slipped in with ease. Cerydra hesitated a heartbeat too long and was jostled from every side until Hysilens caught her sleeve and pulled her inside just before the doors clanged shut.

Pressed shoulder to shoulder among strangers, Cerydra’s shoulders locked tight. Her eyes flicked across the crush of bodies as if she’d stepped onto another planet.

“Relax.”

Hysilens said with her voice low and teasing.

“You look like you’re about to faint.”

Cerydra muttered while grimacing.

“Why are there so many people?!”

Hysilens hid a grin. The rich CEO was cornered by a rush-hour commute and yet, a flicker of protectiveness rose, noticing her junior’s effort not to brush against anyone. Hysilens shifted, bracing an arm along the pole to create a small pocket of space for Cerydra.

The train lurched. Cerydra stumbled forward, colliding into her. A soft gasp escaped as she landed against Hysilens’ chest with her palm.

“Y–you’re too close!”

Cerydra blurted as her ears flushed crimson.

“I don’t exactly have a choice, JUNIOR.”

Hysilens replied evenly, keeping her arm firm to shield Cerydra from the crowd.

“Look around. Everyone’s squished.”

Cerydra cast a helpless glance at the packed space. Every passenger was pressed tight and no room to breathe. Her cheeks stayed pink as she turned her face aside.

Hysilens looked down once then forced her eyes upward. A subtle crisp and clean scent clung to the air. It wasn’t the heavy perfume she usually disliked. It made her pulse skip.

What the hell. Why am I noticing this?!

She inhaled again despite herself. The fragrance was imprinting in her mind. Something about it was grounding and yet dangerously distracting. Hysilens’ throat tightened.

This is absurd.

Her jaw clenched as she forced her gaze upward, away from Cerydra’s flushed face. Still, the scent lingered, making it impossible to forget how close they were.

The train screeched to a halt. Passengers spilled onto the platform in a blur of coats and footsteps. Hysilens stepped out first, waiting until Cerydra emerged from the flow. More than a few heads turned again and murmurs rippled as people recognized the elegant stranger who clearly didn’t belong to the rush-hour grind.

They walked to the station stairs into the cool night. For a while, the only sounds were the shuffle of others heading home. Hysilens adjusted her bag strap, half expecting silence all the way to her apartment. Instead, Cerydra let out a sharp breath.

“That was horrible. Absolutely horrible.”

The complaint was flat but a pink lingered across her cheeks, softened by the glow of a passing shop sign.

“Welcome to public transport.”

Hysilens said with dry amusement edging her voice.

“You wanted the full experience, remember?”

“If that’s the full experience . . .”

Cerydra shot back with a sidelong glare.

“I regret it already.”

Hysilens fought a smile. Seeing the unflappable CEO disheveled and sulking like a child was endearing. They turned onto the quieter streets of her neighborhood where vendors packed up their carts and the city’s roar softened to a low and steady hum. The awkwardness between them thinned with every step.

By the time they reached Hysilens’ apartment building, the city had already softened into early evening. Hysilens halted mid-step, recognizing a familiar black luxury sedan parked by the curb. Its tinted windows reflected the golden light from the entrance. She turned to Cerydra with one brow lifting in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me that’s yours.”

Cerydra only gave a small and noncommittal shrug as she stepped forward. The car door opened, and her driver immediately got out, retrieving a small travel case from the trunk before bowing politely and handing it over.

“Unbelievable.”

Hysilens muttered, crossing her arms.

“You cheated.”

“Cheated?”

“You were supposed to COMMUTE. You know, like everyone else? Carry your bag, squeeze through the crowd, suffer a bit? That was the deal.”

The faintest trace of a smirk ghosted over Cerydra’s lips.

“You expect me to bring a week’s luggage through the subway?”

“Yes.”

Hysilens deadpanned.

“That’s the point. Suffer PROPERLY.”

Cerydra sighed softly and clearly restraining herself from rolling her eyes.

“It was either this, or block a stairway and annoy a dozen strangers. I chose mercy.”

“Mercy . . . huh.”

Hysilens repeated, half laughing.

“You really can justify anything, can’t you?”

“Comes with the position.”

Cerydra replied with her tone light but edged with that usual composure. She then added.

“Besides, I did commute. Just not the luggage.”

“Wow. Convenient.”

Hysilens said, turning to the door.

“Fine. But next time, no driver. No luxury loopholes.”

Cerydra followed with her suitcase in hand this time.

“Understood.”

She replied, though the amused curve of her mouth said otherwise. Hysilens caught it from the corner of her eye and groaned.

“Don’t give me that look. You’re the one who wanted the full experience.”

“Consider this my first lesson.”

Cerydra said smoothly as they entered the elevator.

“Never start a deal you’re not ready to bend.”

Hysilens rolled her eyes, pressing the elevator button.

“You’re impossible.”

Cerydra smiled faintly, stepping beside her as the doors slid open. The elevator ascended in quiet hums. The moment the doors opened, she gestured towards her door down the hall.

Inside, the apartment was plain and tidy. Everything was in its place. Cerydra’s eyes swept across the compact living room and the neat kitchen.

“Don’t get the wrong idea.”

Hysilens said quickly as sarcasm undercut the defensive note in her voice.

“It’s not usually this neat. I cleaned . . . for my NEW ROOMMATE.”

She shrugged off her coat, dropped her bag onto the kitchen counter and moved on instinct. She walked to the fridge, splashed a bottle of wine in a mug and took a packet of instant noodles from the shelf. The TV flicked on and the soft glow filled the living room. Cerydra leaned against the counter and arched her brow.

“Is this really what you eat for dinner?”

“Pretty much. Quick, cheap and fills the stomach.”

Hysilens dangled a second packet with a small grin.

“Want one?”

“No. I had enough junk food today.”

Cerydra responded while taking out her phone to order them better food instead. But then, she heard Hysilens’ mocking voice.

“You’ll work where I work, sleep on my bed, eat what I eat. I’ll do the same with you. . .”

Imitating what Cerydra had told her during the proposal, Hysilens spoke the words and continued.

“What’s this? Day two and the CEO is already giving up?”

Cerydra’s gaze sharpened as it sparked a flicker of challenge. After a measured beat, she reached out, plucking the packet from Hysilens’ hand.

“Fine.”

She said evenly.

“I’ll eat it.”

Hysilens grinned with the victory.

“That’s more like it.”

The kettle hissed to life. Steam soon filled the small kitchen with the scent of broth. When the noodles were ready, they sat across from each other on the dining table.

“See?”

Hysilens said with a mouthful of noodles.

 “Not bad, right?”

Cerydra tasted the noodles. Her expression was neutral.

“It’s . . . okay.”

She allowed. Hysilens clicked her tongue in mock offense, though her grin stayed.

Later, with empty bowls stacked and the night outside hushed, Cerydra stretched. The fatigue finally settled in. Hysilens lounged on the couch with a half-empty mug as she watched TV.

“Hysilens.”

Cerydra called.

“May I use your bathroom? I’d like to wash up.”

“Yeah. Second door on the left.”

Hysilens replied.

“Water takes a minute to warm so brace yourself. And after you’re done, just use my room.”

Cerydra frowned.

“You’re giving me your bed? Don’t you have like a guest space? That would do.”

“Guest space is already taken.”

Hysilens responded gesturing around the living room and the couch where she’s lounging then continued.

“You’ve had a day. Just take the room.”

The firm finality in Hysilens’ tone ended the discussion. Cerydra offered a small and tired smirk.

“Well then, if you insist.”

She said then disappeared to the washroom.

By the time she returned with a damp hair and fresh face. The lights were already switched off. Hysilens had dozed off on the couch with the TV flickering blue across her features. An open wine bottle and empty mug rested on the table.

Cerydra paused by the couch as a thought settled on her.

No furrow on your brow. The usual edge of your expression is gone. In sleep, you almost look so . . . gentle.

Her gaze drifted to the mug.

Do you drink like this every night?

A small knot tightened in her chest. Without a sound, she turned towards the bedroom.

The room was modest and almost too neat. There was a narrow bed, a wooden study table pushed against the wall, shelves lined with mixed titles of accounting references, music books, stage plays and several well-worn pocket novels stacked unevenly.

Cerydra ran her fingers lightly along the edge of the desk. Her gaze fell on the window where the moon shone beyond the glass.

A few weeks ago, she had stood on the edge of a cliff when the weight of success, the exhaustion of meaninglessness was pressing down on her. The memory felt distant now yet the ache it left behind still lingered somewhere quiet in her chest.

Fate, or coincidence . . .

She thought.

Perhaps both.

Traded boardrooms for time sheets, luxury for simplicity then power for peace. Beneath all of it, there was something undeniably real and grounding. Her limbs felt heavy with the exhaustion seeping through her body. As she sat at the edge of the bed, her thoughts began to blur. The day finally caught up to her. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her was the sound of the TV outside and the soft breathing of the woman who, unknowingly, had just become her anchor in this quiet turn of fate.

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The shrill buzz of Hysilens’ phone alarm cut through the small apartment. She groaned, reaching it until the noise died. Her head throbbed from a night of awkward couch-sleep.

The bathroom door opened with a soft click. Cerydra stepped out with her hair still damp but was already dressed in a perfectly pressed suit. The blazer framed her shoulders neatly though the top buttons of her blouse were left loose just enough to show her pale throat.

Hysilens blinked hard. The memory of last night was snapping back. This was real. A billion-worth CEO was standing in her living room, looking like she belonged nowhere near this cramped apartment.

“Good morning. You’d better move or we’ll be late.”

Cerydra said as if the situation were perfectly normal.

“ . . . Morning.”

Hysilens muttered while rubbing her eyes then finally shuffled towards the bathroom. When she re-emerged with a towel on her hair and buttoning her shirt, she raised her voice towards the living room.

“Hey, we’re taking the subway again. Don’t you dare call your driver.”

She received no response immediately until the other voiced out.

“You’re serious about that every morning?”

Cerydra’s tone carried an edge of disbelief. She continued.

“It’s horribly inefficient. The subway is—”

Her words trailed as yesterday’s memory flickered. The crowd, Hysilens bracing an arm to shield her and the unsteady warmth of that accidental closeness. Heat prickled across her cheekbones.

“—crowded. And . . . uncomfortable.”

Hysilens stepped out while smoothing her sleeves. She arched a brow.

“Exactly. That’s the full experience, remember? Or is the CEO ready to give up on day three?”

The jab landed. Cerydra’s mouth tightened before she muttered.

“If we get crushed again, I’m blaming you.”

“Blame away.”

Hysilens shot back and let out a smirk.

“I’ll allow it.”

***

The station was already a river of commuters when they arrived. Business suits and briefcases streamed down the stairs. Cerydra stood a little stiff among them with one hand gripping her bag strap like an armor.

When the train screeched in, they were swept aboard. Today’s crowd wasn’t as suffocating as yesterday’s rush but shoulders to shoulders still pressed with one another. They found a spot near the window. The morning sunlight glinted Hysilens’ profile. Cerydra exhaled as she dryly muttered.

“So this is where everyone’s taxes go. The intervals are far too long.”

Hysilens gave a sideway glance with her lips twitching.

“Unless you plan to sponsor the city’s transit upgrade, we’re stuck with it. Welcome to real life, junior.”

 “You’re enjoying this.”

Cerydra said. Her voice was low but accusing.

“Absolutely. Watching you make face over train schedules beats any morning shows.”

“I am not making face.”

“You just did.”

Their eyes met for a short while. Hysilens was clearly amused noticing how Cerydra’s composure crack a bit when uncomfortable while the other tried to be stern but then both looked away almost in the same heartbeat. The silence afterward wasn’t heavy. Buildings blurred past outside. Cerydra let her breath ease, realizing how different this strain felt. It was not the sharp pressure of negotiations but the simple and ordinary stress of catching a subway and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers. It struck her that in three days, this odd arrangement had stripped away more layers of stress than months of her own controlled and immaculate routines.

By the time they stepped through the office building, Cerydra already felt some of her morning energy drained away. The commute demanded more from her than she’d imagined. Beside her was Hysilens, looking as though she hadn’t endured the same ordeal at all. Cerydra glanced sideways at her with half-disbelief.

How does she look so normal? It seems they build stamina differently out here?

They crossed the lobby towards the elevators when two familiar voices called out.

“Hysilens! Ms. Cerydra!”

Kafka and Se-wan followed with a polite smile, waving a hand.

“Morning. Did you two . . . come together?”

Hysilens froze for the tiniest beat before clearing her throat.

“No. We just happened to see each other outside.”

Her tone was faltering and her eyes darted away a fraction too quickly. Kafka’s brows arched and her grin was sly while Se-wan tilted her head as if already unconvinced. Before Hysilens could tie herself further in knots, Cerydra’s voice calmly and professionally flowed in smoothly.

“Hysilens has been helping me get acquainted these past few days. It’s fortunate timing we ran into each other outside.”

Her words were polite and formal but the slight smile on her lips softened the delivery. Se-wan and Kafka blinked as their teasing got caught mid-flight.

“Ah, now I remember. Hysilens is practically a mentor now.”

Kafka lightly laughed at the realization and added.

“Who would’ve thought.”

Se-wan glanced to Kafka and she smiled knowingly.

Hysilens shot Cerydra a sideway glance but Cerydra only met her with a silent amusement as if saying “Your welcome” without speaking the words.

The four of them stepped into the elevator with Se-wan and Kafka still wearing playful smiles. As soon as the doors slid shut from the production department’s floor and exited, there was a moment of silence. Only Hysilens and Cerydra remained standing side by side.

“Your face is very reactive when you lie. No wonder your friends enjoy teasing you so much.”

Hysilens lightly scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

She narrowed her eyes but Cerydra stayed still as if she was simply pointing out a fact. Hysilens then continued in defense.

“I can keep a straight face if I want to.”

Cerydra slightly tilted her head to look at Hysilens.

“Can you?”

The question hung between them. Hysilens was to argue further but then just exhaled in surrender.

“ . . . Fine, fine. Maybe it’s hard for me.”

Cerydra allowed a slight smile to reach her lips.

“It makes you . . . easy to read. It’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Hysilens turned her head towards the elevator doors. Her cheeks was warming slightly and felt unsure if that last remark was meant to tease or something else. The bell chimed ending their moment. The doors slid open to their floor. Cerydra stepped out first, composed as ever while Hysilens followed.

The morning passed quietly. Cerydra was beginning to find her rhythm and her hands moved more steadily through the reports and small tasks. Though she was still clumsy with the filing system.

A sharp tongue, sarcastic at times yet, she has quite the patience. Going over things twice, even thrice without truly losing her temper. She can play the good senior role after all.

Cerydra noted with a flicker of amusement tugging her thoughts.

Her phone buzzed several times throughout the morning. Her mother’s name flashed across the screen. Cerydra pressed the device face down, ignoring it each time. She didn’t want to be pulled back into her world just yet.

Lunch came and after finishing, they decided to return directly to their desk and finalized some remaining tasks. As they walked back, the corridor was lively with employees who also came from the cafeteria. Several paused upon spotting them.

“Good afternoon, Miss Cerydra. How’s your day going?”

One of the employees greeted.

“Busy, but manageable. Thank you for asking.”

Ceryra gave a professional smile. Then, a hesitant and shy employee raised her voice.

“Um . . . I hope you weren’t too stressed with the commute, Miss Cerydra.”

Cerydra tilted her head.

“ . . . The commute?”

The shy employee quickly pulled out her phone and showed her. It was a trending photo where she and Hysilens were squished by the crowd on the subway yesterday. In the photo, her smaller frame was pressed awkwardly against Hysilens, who looked like she was shielding her.

For a moment, Cerydra stared at the image. Then, without hesitation, she let out a sigh and turned back to the employee. She answered in a calm voice.

“It was terrible. Honestly. It was crowded, noisy and uncomfortable. I can only hope the subway system improves.”

The employees exchanged small and nervous laughs but nodded respectfully at her frankness. With that, they returned to their stations noticing their director walking not far from their corridor. They waved goodbye to the two.

Hysilens, meanwhile, kept her gaze down. Her ears was burning. She could still feel that moment on the subway. The warmth and closeness was now immortalized online. She muttered under her breath.

“ . . . Why did they have to post that picture of all things?!”

Cerydra only glanced at her with her lips curving slightly.

“Come on. Let’s get back.”

And together, they walked towards their desk. By the time they reached their work station, the office had returned to its usual ordinary routine until a phone buzzed on their desk. This time, it was Hysilens’. She glanced at the screen. It was Dr. Hyacinthia from the rehabilitation center. The name made her chest tighten.

“I’ll step out for a bit.”

She murmured to Cerydra who only gave a brief nod while her eyes was still on her monitor. Outside the office hall, she answered the call.

“Hello, Doctor.”

“Ms. Hysilens.”

Dr. Hyacithia’s voice was gentle and professional.

“I hope I’m not calling at a bad time?”

“It’s fine.”

Hysilens said quietly while glancing out the window. The skyline blurred slightly in the afternoon haze.

“I’m just calling to remind you of the family visitation event tomorrow.”

The doctor continued.

“We haven’t received your response to our email so we wanted to confirm.”

Hysilens’ grip on her phone tightened. She already knew where this was going.

“Your mother has been . . . looking forward seeing you again.”

Hyacinthia added softly.

“It’s been nearly a year since your last visit.”

Hysilens closed her eyes briefly. There was silence with only the faint sound of traffic below from the building filling the gap.

“I . . .”

Her voice was steady but distant.

“I’m sorry. I’m not available this week. Work’s been heavy lately.”

There was a pause from the other end.

“I see.”

The doctor said kindly.

“Shall I tell her you’ll visit next month, then?”

“I’ll try.”

They exchanged polite farewells before she hung up. For a moment, she just stood there in the corridor, staring at nothing. Her reflection faintly mirrored on the glass window. The truth was, she wasn’t busy. She simply wasn’t ready. Every visit before had ended the same with her mother half-dazed, half-resentful or lost somewhere between apology and relapse. Every word Hysilens offered seemed to echo back hollow. Every effort felt useless. She had paid the bills. She had done her part. But going there and seeing her mother again was a wound she didn’t know how to open without bleeding all over again.

Taking a slow breath, she slipped her phone back into her pocket and returned to her desk. Cerydra glanced up briefly when she sat down.

“Everything all right?”

Hysilens nodded once. Her expression was unreadable.

“Yeah. Just work stuff.”

Cerydra studied her for a moment longer but said nothing. The afternoon went on with each lost in their own unspoken heaviness.

The clock ticked past the last hour of their shift. Most employees were packing their things. The quiet chatter of goodbyes echoed around the office. Hysilens stacked her finished reports neatly, glancing sideways to her junior who had been uncharacteristically quiet the past hours.

Cerydra’s phone suddenly buzzed on the desk. Not bothering to excuse herself, she picked it up. Her voice was almost a whisper but sharp as soon as she answered.

“Must I repeat? You don’t have to pick me up.”

There was a pause. Her driver’s voice crackled from the speaker.

“President, My apologies but madam insisted you must come with me.”

Hysilens glanced over, catching the way Cerydra’s posture stiffened and her jaw tightened.

“ . . . Tell her I’ll return on my own.”

The driver tried again. His voice was pleading but Cerydra cut him. Her tone was restrained yet heavy with finality.

“No more arguments. I’ll return soon. That’s all.”

There’s another beat of silence then the driver muttered a reluctant acknowledgment.

“Yes, President. Understood.”

She hung up, setting her phone face down on the desk. Her expression was calm but there was an edge lingering in her eyes. Hysilens zipped up her bag, keeping her gaze low. She could feel the tension in the air but chose not to meddle. It wasn’t her place. Instead, she softly broke the silence.

“Ready to go?”

“Let’s go.”

They stepped out into the corridor but then, two familiar faces emerged from sight waiting by the elevators. Se-wan and Kafka waved at Hysilens as they walked closer.

“Finally.”

Se-wan said with a sign of relief.

“We were about to drag you out by force.”

Kafka added then tilted her head to Cerydra with her eyes turning bright.

“And Ms. Cerydra, good timing. We’re kidnapping both of you. Hotpot. Now let’s go.”

Hysilens looked at her two friends.

“You two couldn’t just message?”

“Your replies were suspiciously short.”

Se-wan said as she smirked.

“We are forced to act.”

Hysilens hesitated only a beat before speaking.

“Alright, alright. It’s been a busy week for all of us, too.”

Then she glanced at Cerydra who looked slightly amused but not opposed. Then she added.

“My junior here has been quiet all day, too. Maybe hotpot will cheer her up.”

Cerydra arched an eyebrow.

“I’m fine. But your junior appreciates the concern.”

“Good.”

Hysilens muttered.

“Then it’s settled.”

 Se-wan clapped her hands once.

They took the elevator down to the basement parking together. Se-wan unlocked her white e-car and softly quipped.

“VIP service for hardworking souls.”

Se-wan drove while Kafka took the passenger seat which left Hysilens and Cerydra in the back seat.

“So, Ms. Cerydra . . .”

Kafka started, turning slightly in her seat with a mischievous grin.

“How’s life in our company? You surviving paperwork in finance department?”

Cerydra’s lips curved slightly.

“Barely. But I’ve discovered that office printers are more intimidating than board meetings.”

That earned a round of laughter. Se-wan added with mock seriousness.

“The true hierarchy is . . . printers first then directors second.”

Cerydra nodded solemnly.

“A valuable lesson.”

Then Kafka smirked with her eyes glinting.

“Oh, speaking of hierarchy . . . your subway photo is all over social media.”

Hysilens groaned.

“Ugh, here we go again.”

 “Why were you even on the subway with Hysilens?”

Kafka pressed. Hysilens opened her mouth then paused. Her eyes darted to Cerydra for a fraction of a second.

“She was . . . curious about the subway.”

She said as the words stumbled out.

“She wanted to go somewhere. That’s all.”

The way she said it made both Se-wan and Kafka exchange suspicious grins. Before the teasing could even start, Cerydra spoke up smoothly.

“I wanted to try the subway. I’ve always wondered about the small stores near the stations. I asked Hysilens to guide me.”

Se-wan let out a laugh.

“Ah, so our Hysilens is officially a subway tour guide now.”

Kafka clapped dramatically.

“Book your trips now, limited slots only.”

Hysilens shot both of them a glare but couldn’t suppress her smirk.

“You two are idiots.”

“Admit it.”

Se-wan said while glancing at her through the mirror.

“You missed us.”

“Not even a little.”

But as the laughter filled the car and city lights flashed past, the heaviness that clung earlier from the office began to loosen. And in the quiet moment when the others turned back to their chatter, Cerydra looked out the window with a faint smile as if almost relieved to see Hysilens laugh again.

***

The scent of broth and spices were threading through the air in the hotpot place. Se-wan claimed the seat nearest the pot while Kafka sat beside her. Hysilens and Cerydra sat from across the two. As soon as their order came in, Kafka started pouring their first bottle of soju.

“To overdue catch-ups.”

She announced, raising a shot glass then added.

“And to our surprise guest.”

Cerydra inclined her head, accepting the toast. The first sip of soju warmed her throat. It loosened something that the phone call had wound tight. Se-wan stirred the simmering pot with her chopsticks as she faced Kafka.

“You missed a scene this morning during the quality check.”

She said. Her voice hinted an excitement. She then continued.

“One of the showroom mannequins just . . . toppled. And it nearly took down Director Aglaea!”

Kafka bursted out laughing and nearly sloshed her drink as she imagined their director on the scene.

“Did it at least land gracefully? I mean the mannequin.”

Se-wan snorted at the humor then responded.

“Graceful? It sounded like a huge log falling to the ground. Everyone was startled. Not from the mannequin though. Director Aglaea’s shriek echoed the room.”

Hysilens covered her mouth with laughter slipping through then added.

“Please tell me she’s okay. I mean Director Aglaea, seriously. Not the mannequin.”

Kafka let out another laugh on the response then Se-wan continued.

“She’s fine although some from the team said our mannequins move on their own when no one’s watching.”

Kafka wiped at her eyes while grinning.

“That’s it, I’m bringing incense tomorrow. We need to appease the floor’s spirits.”

Cerydra let out a soft chuckle, leaning back against the booth.

“Your department sounds . .  . lively.”

She said with her voice even.

“You could call it that. Every day is a new test of patience.”

 Se-wan simply replied.

Hysilens shook her head with her smile still unmoved.

“And somehow you both thrive in it.”

“That’s because we’re professionals.”

Kafka said proudly then added.

“Professionals who can handle possessed mannequins and impossible deadlines.”

Cerydra slightly smiled finding the whole conversation funny, then she joined in.

“Impressive skill set. Perhaps you should add it to your resume.”

The table broke into easy laughter again. The swirl of conversation and the rich scent of broth already melted the day’s strain into something warm and light.

The third round of soju arrived and Kafka leaned forward. Her cheeks were already pink.

“Alright, CEO question time. If I may . . . but either yes or no I will ask.”

Kafka chuckled to herself and continued.

“Does someone already own Ms. Cerydra’s heart?”

Se-wan shot her a mock glare but made no move to stop her as if tolerating her friend.

“She hasn’t on her limit yet but don’t mind her.”

She said then continued.

“I cannot drink much or else I might all drive you to heaven.”

Cerydra set her glass down with deliberate care, meeting Kafka’s earnest gaze.

“Why?”

“Because . . .”

Kafka said as she lowered her voice conspiratorially.

“Someone from the company might be a perfect match. I’m just saying, we have excellent taste.”

Hysilens nearly choked on her broth.

“Kafka—”

Cerydra paused on her broth. There was a restrained amusement flickering in her eyes.

“That’s . . . a bold move.”

She said evenly.

“But I appreciate your concern for my social network.”

Se-wan laughed into her drink, looking at Kafka.

“See? She can handle you.”

Kafka beamed undeterred.

“Just think about it, Ms. Cerydra. I’ll forward you her résumé.”

Cerydra allowed the smallest chuckle to escape. It was soft but genuine. Se-wan leaned back with a sly grin as she faced Cerydra.

“Maybe the reason you’re not interested in dating is because CEOs already have their futures arranged. Some powerful someone already waiting somewhere, all family-approved and all.”

Hysilens snorted before she could stop herself.

“Honestly? That wouldn’t surprise me. Your world is full of “business” and power couples. Wouldn’t shock me if your family already picked out your spouse on a spreadsheet list.”

Cerydra turned her gaze towards Hysilens. Her expression was still calm but also amused.

“Is that what you think? That I’m already planned for?”

Hysilens lifted a shoulder as if half-teasing.

“Well, sounds like the type of thing that happens in your world.”

A hum of laughter slipped from Cerydra’s throat.

“Then allow me to ruin the fantasy. There was no official deals over my personal life. I’m not tied to anyone.”

Se-wan raised her glass for Cerydra’s response as if pleased.

“Relationship status confirmed.”

On her side, Kafka clapped her hands together with a delight

“Ha!”

Cerydra tilted her head slightly. Her voice was smooth then continued.

“But you sound as though you know the dating field well, Ms. Hysilens. Should I be asking you for lessons instead?”

That earned a chorus of ooo’s from Se-wan and Kafka. Hysilens blinked and was clearly thrown off. She gave a small scoff as she leaned back.

“Lessons? Why would I waste time teaching you that?”

Before she could say more, Kafka who’s already a little too warm from the drinks leaned forward with a mischievous glint.

“You know, Ms. Cerydra . . . we tried giving Hysilens good options and she keeps turning everyone down. Our friend’s picky. Stubborn, too.”

Se-wan’s quiet laugh slid in but she didn’t interrupt. Kafka grinned wider. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Honestly, if Ms. Cerydra decided to take her, all our worries would disappear.”

The chopsticks in Hysilens’ hand froze.

“Kafka—”

She shot her friend a sharp look, half mortified and half warning.

“Don’t start, you idiot.”

But Kafka only waggled her brows and unbothered.

“What? I’m just saying. She’s single. You’re single. Seems efficient.”

Se-wan bit back a grin. She was clearly entertained while Cerydra gave a soft and low chuckle. She turned her gaze to Hysilens.

“Efficient, hm?”

Hysilens exhaled and clearly flustered. She waved her hand as if to scatter the whole idea.

“Ignore her. She had too much drink and zero filter left.”

Kafka raised her glass in mock salute.

“I’m only saying what everyone’s thinking.”

Cerydra’s laugh only deepened but genuine while Hysilens quickly ladled more broth into Se-wan’s bowl as a distraction.

“Alright, enough matchmaking. Eat before the noodles get soggy.”

Se-wan shook her head while still smiling. Kafka grinned like a cat who’d knocked something off the shelf and Cerydra’s eyes lingered on Hysilens a beat longer. Her amusement was unmistakable before she politely turned back to her meal.

***

Outside the restaurant, the night air carried chill. Se-wan jingled her keys.

“All right, everyone in. I’ll get us home.”

Hysilens shook her head, stepping back from the curb.

“I’m taking a cab. Need to swing by somewhere first.”

She cast a brief glance towards Cerydra. The look was quick but pointed.

“You’re good if your driver’s meeting you here, right?”

Cerydra caught the hint instantly. Whatever stop Hysilens had in mind, she clearly didn’t plan to announce it.

“My driver’s on the way.”

Cerydra replied smoothly in an even voice.

“Go ahead, the two of you. Don’t wait.”

Se-wan tilted her head but only said.

“All right. Message me when you’re home.”

Kafka gave a lazy salute and slid into the passenger seat.

As the car pulled away, the unspoken understanding settled between them. The car disappeared down the street with its taillights shrinking until only the glow of the streetlights remained. For a moment, neither spoke. Then Hysilens slid her hands into her pockets, tilting her head to face Cerydra.

“ So . . . is your driver really on the way?”

Cerydra’s gaze lingered on the empty curb. Her expression was calm despite the faint pink on her cheeks from the drinks.

“Obviously . . . . no.”

Hysilens let out a small breath that might’ve been a laugh.

“Figures. You caught on fast.”

“I assumed you did not want your friends to know I was heading to your home.”

Cerydra replied evenly. Her words were simple but carrying a bit of weight. Hysilens shrugged, glancing towards the street as a cab slowed at the corner.

“Yeah. Less questions that way.”

Cerydra gave a single nod then stepped towards the curb though her calm composure wavered just slightly under the alcohol still in her system. She opened the door and gestured lightly.

“Shall we?”

The cab pulled into motion once settled. The city lights were glowing across the glass as silence stretched between them in comfort.

Chapter Text

Silence settled around the apartment when they entered. Cerydra slipped off her heels and eased onto the couch with the same composed posture except for the flush across her cheeks betrayed by the soju from earlier. The half-finished bottle of wine and mug left from yesterday still stood like soldiers on the table. From the hallway, Hysilens’ voice echoed.

“I’m washing up. Don’t fall asleep on my couch.”

She disappeared towards the bathroom.

Cerydra leaned back. Her eyelids were half-lowered. The hum of the late-night traffic drifted through the window. When Hysilens returned with her hair damped and sleeves pushed to her elbows, she carried a new bottle of wine and a mug. Without ceremony she set them down, turned on the TV and poured herself a drink as she typed a message on her phone with her other hand. Cerydra, who’s resting her eyes on the other side of the couch glanced at her as she followed her motion.

“Do you drink like this every night?”

Hysilens paused mid-pour then gave a small and almost defensive shrug.

“That’s . . . none of your business.”

The words came out sharper than she intended. She tipped her mug towards Cerydra with a small edge of challenge.

“You wanted the full experience, yes? Why not do what I do? Drink.”

Before Hysilens could retreat her hands and take a sip, Cerydra reached across and slid the mug from her hand.

“If my senior insists.”

She said evenly. Boldness laced her tone while Hysilens was caught off guard.

“I wasn’t insisting.”

“You set the rule.”

Cerydra countered while lifting the mug.

“That was supposed to shut you up, not make you obedient.”

Cerydra’s smile was almost lazy.

“For someone who tries to act calmly, you give yourself away too easily.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your face . . . you might as well carry subtitles?”

Hysilens softly snorted at the remark then she countered.

“Better than walking around like a marble statue. Half the time I can’t even tell if you’re annoyed, simply amused or something.”

Cerydra shook her head and took another sip anyway.

“You’re blunt. Not what I’m used to.”

“Good.”

Hysilens replied dryly. She took the spare mug left on the table from yesterday and poured a portion for herself then she continued.

“Means you won’t forget me.”

That earned a laugh out of Cerydra but lighter this time.

“You really have a way of saying things.”

The two of them drank again in silence falling for a moment, broken only by the sound of the TV. Cerydra’s restraint softened with every sip. She didn’t notice the pace until she stood up to fetch a glass of water. The room tilted in her vision spinning like she’d just stepped off a carousel.

“Oh—”

Before she could steady herself, her knees wobbled. She stumbled sideways, bumping against Hysilens who instinctively caught her by the arm.

“Seriously?”

Hysilens’ incredulous voice cut through the haze.

“Already?”

Cerydra blinked, trying to focus but the spin was relentless. She let out a soft laugh like half-apology and half-surprise.

“Guess I . . . miscalculated.”

She blinked again slowly, trying to push herself up again.

“No, really—I just need water. I can get it.”

Hysilens pressed her back down with one hand on her shoulder.

“Sit. Unless you want to faceplant halfway there.”

“I won’t—”

Cerydra began but only to wobble in place even while sitting.

“…Okay, maybe I will.”

“Exactly.”

Hysilens sighed as she stood.

“Stay still. I’ll get it.”

As Hysilens walked towards the kitchen, Cerydra rested her cheek against the back of the couch with her eyes half-lidded. Her words were spilling more freely now.

“You know, Hysilens . . . you’re . . . hm. You’re different than I thought.”

Hysilens glanced over her shoulder as her brow furrowed.

“Different how?”

“Mm . . . I thought you’d be cold.”

Cerydra slurred lightly. Her fingers were tapping on her knee as she continued.

“Sharp tongue, sarcastic . . . like . . . everyday. But you’re . . . patient. Kind of. A good senior.”

Hysilens stilled for a second then shook her head. She poured water into a glass.

She’s drunk.

She told herself.

This isn’t the CEO talking. This is the liquor.

Cerydra hummed softly and rambling on.

“Hysilens, you know what else? You’re actually . . . funny.”

Hysilens returned with the glass of water, staring at Cerydra who was still mumbling half to herself.

“You’re unbelievable.”

 Hysilens muttered, setting the glass on the table. Cerydra perked up as much as a drunk woman could. Still leaning against the back of the couch with her eyes already closed, she mumbled.

“Have to admit, you’re really quite . . . beautiful, too.”

Hysilens pinched the bridge of her nose as heat spread on her ears, torn between disbelief and amusement.

“Great. A drunk review of my character. Just what I needed.”

“Mm . . . not a review. An observation.”

Hysilens could not help but mutter under her breath.

“Perfect. I should’ve been the one passed out by now but instead, I’m babysitting you.”

Her junior’s faint smile had already softened into slackness. Her cheek was still pressed against the couch like she couldn’t be bothered to move another inch. She leaned forward and gave Cerydra’s shoulder a gentle shake.

“Hey. Bed. Come on, at least try.”

There was no response but just a quiet breath with lashes resting against flushed cheeks.

Hysilens sighed with exasperation.

“I shouldn’t have dared you to drink more.”

“Cerydra . . . hey.”

She called, giving her shoulder a light shake once more.

“Come on, bed. You’ll regret it in the morning if you sleep like this.”

A faint groan slipped out but Cerydra didn’t budge. Hysilens tried again, slipping an arm under hers to pull her upright. Cerydra half-rose but then slumped back down. Her legs refused to cooperate. Hysilens let out a frustrated huff.

“Seriously? You’re impossible.”

She tried once more, steadying Cerydra by the waist but the woman’s head only lolled against her shoulder, dead weight dragging her back to the couch. Hysilens stared at her dumbfounded then shook her head.

“Alright, that’s it. Forget walking.”

Without another word, she shifted with one arm sliding under Cerydra’s knees and the other bracing her back. With an impulsive lift, Hysilens scooped her up, finding the weight surprisingly light. Hysilens adjusted her hold, muttering as she started towards the bedroom.

“Great. Not only a senior, now I’m a babysitter too.”

Cerydra stirred faintly with her head tilting against Hysilens’ shoulder but didn’t wake. Hysilens tightened her grip instinctively and shifted the door open with her foot.

She set Cerydra down on the bed carefully and tugged the blanket over her. For a second she lingered. Her gaze flickered unwillingly to that relaxed face again. Then she straightened fast as if catching herself and marched back towards the living room.

The couch creaked beneath her weight, familiar and narrow. Hysilens exhaled, long and sharp.

“Some host I am . . .”

She muttered, rubbing her temple. The liquor burned its way down, heavier this time. Her limbs already weighted with fatigue. Between the alcohol dulling her edges and the day’s exhaustion pressing in, her eyelids grew heavy. She slumped into the couch with one arm draped over her stomach and the other dangling off the side. The last thing she registered before falling into sleep was the buzz of the TV and the lingering scent of Cerydra’s shampoo clinging to her shoulder.

***

The next morning, Hysilens groaned awake on the couch. Her back was stiff from last night’s awkward sleeping angle. The table in front of her still bore the battlefield with half-filled mugs and bottles. Her alarms blared from the table, echoing in the living room. She dragged herself up, muttering.

“Thursday already, huh . . . and still alive. Impressive.”

After a quick wash and change, Hysilens stepped back into the living room, glancing towards the bedroom door. Still silent and no Cerydra, her brow arched. She lightly knocked as she called out.

“Hey. Morning. Time to get up unless you’ve decided to quit after four days.”

There was no answer. With a sigh, she cracked the door open. There was Cerydra, still tangled in the blanket. Her face was half-buried in the pillow and still fast asleep. The faint rise and fall of her breathing made her look at peace somehow but Hysilens quickly shook the thought off. She stood over the bed with arms crossed as she watched the sleeping CEO.

“Alright, enough theatrics. Time to get up.”

Cerydra groaned with her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Mmm . . . I can’t. My head . . .”

Hysilens’ jaw dropped a portion.

“What do you mean you can’t? It’s Thursday. People work on Thursdays.”

Cerydra peeked one eye open to meet Hysilens.

“You let me drink poison.”

Hysilens scoffed, half-laughing.

“Poison? That wine was premium. But on sale! You just . . . okay, fine lightweight.”

She tugged Cerydra’s blanket but she clung stubbornly like a child refusing school.

“This is ridiculous.”

Hysilens muttered.

“If you don’t show up, you at least need to tell the director. I am NOT explaining your absence for you.”

“Mm . . . you do it.”

 Cerydra mumbled. Her eyes was already closing again. Hysilens raised a brow.

“Excuse me? No. It’s your absence.”

Cerydra only reached towards the nightstand blindly, grabbed her phone and shoved it in Hysilens’ hand without opening her eyes.

“ . . . Do it. Please.”

Hysilens looked at the phone.

“Face lock.”

Cerydra didn’t respond.

“Hey. Face lock. I can’t magic this open.”

Hysilens said louder, leaning closer. Finally, Cerydra lazily turned her head towards her.

“ . . . Then scan me.”

Hysilens sighed, lowering the phone in front of Cerydra’s half-asleep face until the screen opened.

“This is absurd. Babysitting wasn’t in our agreement.”

She quickly typed a message to their director, informing her that she, Cerydra, wouldn’t be in due to sudden sickness. After sending it, she placed the phone back on the nightstand with an exaggerated sigh.

“Alright, rest. But when you wake up, you better appreciate how merciful I am.”

Hysilens muttered before pulling the blanket back over Cerydra. Without another word, Hysilens grabbed her things, casted one last glance at the curled-up figure on the bed and left for work, shaking her head in disbelief.

Upon arriving in the office building, Hysilens stepped into their department and was still shaking her head as she replayed the morning scene.

Taken down by few shots of soju and mugs of wine. Unbelievable.

She stifled a laugh to herself as she slid into her seat, powering on her computer.

By mid-morning, the absence hadn’t gone unnoticed. One of the older employees passing by her desk asked casually.

“Hysilens, where’s Ms. Cerydra? I haven’t seen her today.”

“She’s not feeling well.”

She casually answered without much thought, clicking through her emails.

“Oh.”

The employee nodded, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“Guess even the rich and famous ones get tired.”

Then he walked off before Hysilens could respond.

Throughout the day, a couple more coworkers asked the similar question and Hysilens repeated the same answer each time.

“She’s resting.”

No further explanation. Simple and believable.

Lunch hour came and Hysilens found herself queuing in the cafeteria line alone with a tray in hand. For a moment, she almost expected Cerydra’s curious voice at her side, asking about employee lunches again. But the only company she had today was the buzz of colleagues chatting in the background. She grabbed a modest plate, ate quickly and returned to her desk.

The afternoon dragged with the usual grind, typing reports, double-checking figures and replying to endless emails. At one point, her Director dropped by to ask for a quick update on their department’s progress. Hysilens delivered it crisply though she caught her glancing once at the empty desk beside hers before moving on.

By the late afternoon, Hysilens leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms over her head.

Today’s normal. Quiet. Peaceful.

Her lips quirked slightly.

Almost boring. Who knew I’d get used to having her around this quickly?

She shook the thought off, returning her focus to the glowing screen until the day wound down.

***

The midday sun pressed through the curtains when Cerydra stirred awake with a groan. Her head felt heavy and her mouth was dry. For a moment, she simply laid on the bed as she stared at the ceiling.

What happened last night?

It came back in fragments. The sharp bitterness of the wine, Hysilens’ sarcastic remarks, some of her mumblings about Hysilens and then, her stumbling to Hysilens. Cerydra sat up slowly, pressing her palm against her temple.

“That’s embarassing . . .”

She muttered to herself. Her memory was slotting in clearly now.

And . . . how did I even end up in bed?

Her cheeks warmed.

There’s no way she carried me?

Sliding off the bed, she padded barefoot into the kitchen. Reaching the fridge, she pulled the handle open for a cold water but something made her pause. There was a small neon-green sticky note unevenly stuck on the fridge’s door. The ink had already faded slightly but the words were clear enough.

No drinking this week!! Be better!
 – Future Me.

Cerydra stared at it for a moment. Her expression shifted not for pity but a quiet understanding. Here was a woman who tried in her own small ways to stay afloat like a simple reminder written in ink not for grand goals or achievements but just to simply be better. Cerydra took a long drink of water and exhaling softly afterward. Her voice came out barely above a whisper.

“Perhaps . . . we both could use that.”

The cool liquid eased her throat but did little for the heaviness in her head. Leaning on the counter, she let the quiet of the apartment seep in. As the dizziness ebbed, she glanced towards the living room. The table was cluttered with mugs and bottles. A small frown crept over her features. She wasn’t in her penthouse but still, living in the middle of this felt unbearable. Only then did it sink in. Hysilens had gone to work.

“Right.”

She murmured to herself.

“I’m . . . absent today.”

The words felt strange on her tongue like she was back in school making excuses. Her gaze returned to the mess. The sight tugged her more than her hangover. She wasn’t the type to leave things lying around, not in her own world where order was control. Here though, it was different. It was Hysilens’ world. Still, her fingers twitched at the sight of the disarray. With a resigned sigh, she rolled up her sleeves and began collecting the bottles and mugs then the table was wiped until it gleamed. Bit by bit, the disorder melted away and replaced by a sense of calm.

She had also wiped down the kitchen counters, folded stray clothes and vacummed the floor. Cerydra sat cross-legged on the couch with her laptop balanced on her knees. With nothing else to occupy her hands, she turned to the screen. A few keystrokes and her name lit up the news tabs.

CEO of ScepterTech, Cerydra spotted on subway.
President of a billion-worth tech giant is now working at a start-up clothing company?
Is she escaping pressure or playing at humility?

She skimmed through them with her expression unmoved. These headlines would’ve set her team scrambling and drafting statements or pushing back with carefully tailored PR. She might have cared too, measuring every word and gesture against the weight of her family’s expectations. But now, she scrolled past, barely pausing. She was tired of performing all the time. None of these gossips mattered anymore. Atleast not in this cramped little apartment where no one expected her to smile perfectly or speak flawlessly. She knew how fragile reputations could be but for now, she allowed herself the smallest rebellion. Cerydra leaned back, exhaling softly and wondered how this apartment that wasn’t hers had begun to feel oddly safe.

After growing tired of seeing her name in headlines, she closed her laptop and let her eyes wander around the apartment again. Her gaze traced over the shelves beside the TV. There was a stack of DVDs. They’re dusty and a little crooked but it caught her attention. She pulled one out, turning it in her hands. The cover showed a well-groomed man with a serious expression and a simple-looking woman glaring at him with tension. The title was a romance drama she vaguely remembered hearing about years ago. It was the kind of series people used to binge-watch when DVDs were still common.

Her brows arched slightly.

Enemy to lovers? Really, Hysilens?

Beneath the TV sat an old DVD player. Surprisingly, it was still intact. She crouched down, brushed away a bit of dust and slid the disc in. To her mild amusement, the device whirred to life. She hadn’t heard that sound in years. It brought back a small and unguarded memory of her childhood, back when technology wasn’t all streaming apps and instant access.

The first episode played grainy in its old formatting but it worked. Cerydra took a blanket from the room, sank onto the couch and dimmed the living room light until only the glow of the screen painted her face. She even ordered some food, set the boxes on the table when they arrived but then half-forgotten as the drama unfolded. She didn’t know how long she watched. One episode turned into two, then three. The trope-filled bickering, the dramatic misunderstandings and the inevitable lingering glances were all too cliché and outdated but oddly comforting. For the first time in a long while, Cerydra felt herself simply relaxed. No company reports, no public image to maintain and no mother breathing down her neck with expectations. Just her, a blanket and the ridiculous romance of a fictional couple on an old screen.

This is how she spends her nights? Strange. Not productive at all but perhaps not so bad.

The front door clicked open and Hysilens stepped in, brushing the cool night air from her shoulders. She finally arrived home. She froze mid-step when her eyes fell on Cerydra curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her. For a second, Hysilens thought she had stepped into the wrong house.

“. . . Wow.”

She muttered as she set her bag down.

“You look way too comfortable here. Did you forget this isn’t your penthouse?”

Cerydra turned. There was a faint flush touching her cheeks.

“Come sit. I ordered food.”

Hysilens raised a brow but walked over, collapsing onto the couch beside her. Her gaze shifted to the TV.

“Wait . . . is that—? Don’t tell me my old DVD player still works.”

“You’re welcome.”

Cerydra replied smoothly, lifting her chopsticks.

“I resurrected it.”

Hysilens gave a short laugh, shaking her head.

“That thing’s been gathering dust for years.”

“Apparently not anymore.”

Cerydra slid one of the boxes closer.

“Here. Eat.”

Hysilens didn’t protest. She took a bite as her eyes drifted to the screen. She made a face almost immediately.

“You’re actually watching this? Don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t buy that.”

“You don’t enjoy this kind of shows?”

Cerydra asked, tilting her head as if half-curious and half-teasing.

“Not a chance.”

Hysilens waved it off.

“Too cliché. Too dramatic. And the acting . . . don’t get me started.”

Cerydra hummed but her eyes flickered back to the screen where the drama’s CEO character was juggling a million things at once and sweating bullets over his workload.

“This one . . .”

She suddenly spoke.

“. . . is a terrible CEO.”

Hysilens snorted.

“Harsh critique coming from you.”

“He’s busy all the time, micromanaging everything. Inefficient.”

Cerydra explained with her tone half-annoyed and half amused with the scene.

“I don’t work like that.”

“Oh, right.”

Hysilens quipped as she continued sarcastically.

 “Our resident efficient CEO.”

“Correct.”

Cerydra’s lips curved in the slightest smirk.

They fell into a small rhythm of banter with Hysilens making sarcastic remarks while Cerydra countering her with calm but sharp responses until Cerydra suddenly turned to her with an unreadable face.

“Tell me, Hysilens . . .”

She asked lightly, though there was a trace of mischief in her tone.

“Are you the sort who develops a crush on that type of CEO?”

Hysilens nearly choked on her food.

“What? No! Who even—”

She shot her a look.

“Just curious.”

Cerydra leaned back unbothered and then she continued.

“Then . . . What do you think about THIS CEO?”

Meeting Hysilens’ gaze, her eyes gleamed in the dim light. There was a teasing challenge hidden in her calmness.

Hysilens chopsticks hovered in the air as Cerydra’s words sank in.

“Wow. You ARE proud of yourself, aren’t you? First, you crash into my apartment and now, you’re fishing me for compliments.”

Cerydra tilted her head slightly, calm as ever.

“It’s not fishing for compliments. Let’s just say it’s . . . gauging or a feedback.”

Hysilens scoffed, shaking her head as if to brush it off but her pulse had jumped annoyingly at the boldness of the question. She leaned back.

“Well, if you’re expecting me to say something like ‘oh, I secretly admire you,’ you’ll be disappointed.”

“Mm.”

Cerydra’s gaze lingered and unflinching.

“So, you don’t admire me? Most people do.”

Hysilens rolled her eyes.

“Don’t twist my words. I’m saying . . . you’re not as intolerable as I thought you’d be.”

The words slipped out before she could catch them. Hysilens blinked, realizing how they sounded and quickly added with a dry laugh.

“. . . considering how absurd you are.”

She glanced at Cerydra out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge her reaction but Cerydra didn’t smirk or gloat as she expected. Instead, her expression subtly softened like almost hidden. Hysilens caught it. Cerydra’s expression was though she was quietly pleased. Hysilens quickly stuffed another bite of food in her mouth.

Cerydra stayed quiet. That lack of reaction was somehow worse than a smirk it left Hysilens scrambling to fill the quiet. Hysilens clicked her tongue as heat crept up her neck.

“Forget it. I’m going to clear the table before you get any more weird ideas.”

She stood quickly, gathering the empty food boxes with unnecessary force. From the couch, Cerydra’s voice came quiet but clear.

“You usually don’t clean up right away.”

Hysilens froze for half a second then shot her a glare over her shoulder.

“Stop acting like you’ve been living here for years and know my habits.”

She muttered, stomping towards the kitchen. She flicked on the lights. The brightness snapped against the dim mood of the living room, giving her a moment to breathe and compose herself. By the time she returned, she noticed something different. The place looked tidier. The small clutter that had built up over the days was gone, cushions set neatly and surfaces wiped clean. Hysilens blinked.

“Wait . . . did you . . . ”

“I cleaned.”

Cerydra said.

“I couldn’t simply sit here watching the mess. Even I—”

Her tone dipped into the faintest irony

“—a rich and bored CEO, know how to handle a rag.”

Hysilens stood by the counter and at a loss for words. She had been so sure Cerydra was the type to live above mundane chores and untouchable in her pristine world. But here she was, saying it as casually as if it were obvious.

“ . . . You’re full of surprises, you know that?”

Hysilens muttered under her breath with her eyes softening against her will. Something stirred in her chest, quiet but undeniable. A flicker of admiration weaving itself into the tangle of everything else she was beginning to feel.

The night eased into its familiar rhythm. After a few more episodes, Cerydra’s posture softened as her eyes grew heavy. The quiet comfort of the dim living room lulled her towards sleep. She rose at last, gathering her blanket and retreating to the bedroom without ceremony.

Hysilens lingered on the couch with a newly opened wine bottle after her evening bath, half-watching the flickering TV screen and half-lost in thought. Eventually, she stretched out on the couch, pulling the throw pillows over herself. Hysilens switched off the TV, settling on the couch with a blanket tugged around her shoulders. Sleep was slowly pulling her under when she heard the soft creak of a door.

Her eyes cracked open. The dim moonlight filtered through the curtains painting faint silver across the living room. Cerydra emerged from the bedroom with her steps soundless and her expression unreadable. Hysilens’ breath caught when Cerydra stopped right beside the couch, lowering herself into the narrow space. Startled, Hysilens pushed herself up to sit.

“You scared me. Why are you here?”

Her voice came out sharper than intended. Her heart was skipping. Cerydra only looked at her with that same calm and serious face.

“Let me ask again.”

She said steadily. Her eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you . . . like this CEO?”

Hysilens froze caught off guard. The simple question struck sharper this time and though she wanted to scoff and to brush it away, her mouth wouldn’t form a word. Her chest tightened instead. Before she could recover, Cerydra’s hand brushed lightly against her arm. The touch trailed like fire on her skin. She leaned in. Her face drew closer and her lips hovered just a breath away from hers. Hysilens felt herself leaning in too, surrendering to the pull.

And then, she jolted awake.

Her heart pounded hard and her lips were dry. She dragged a hand over her lips, muttering under her breath.

“What the hell was that . . .”

Sleep was nowhere near returning now, not with the echo of Cerydra’s voice still replaying in her head.

Chapter Text

Friday morning came too quickly. Hysilens dragged herself up from the couch. She was still feeling the dull heaviness of sleep deprivation clinging to her. The remnants of Cerydra’s calm question and the almost-touch of their lips in her dream still clung to her chest like a weight. When she finally moved towards the bathroom, Cerydra was already stepping out fully dressed and her hair was fixed. Her expression was back to its usual composed self as if yesterday’s drunken state never happened.

“Good morning.”

Cerydra greeted smoothly while adjusting the cuff of her sleeve.

“Mm. Morning.”

Hysilens replied, rubbing her temple discreetly before splashing water on her face to chase away the grogginess. As she dried her hands, she remembered the weekly reports.

“Don’t forget, you have reports to the director today. Since you missed yesterday, there’ll be a few tasks piled up. I’ll help if you need it.”

Cerydra paused at that. Her eyes softens for a second.

“ . . . I’ll manage. I don’t want to bother you just because I miscalculated my alcohol tolerance.”

Her tone was calm and professional but Hysilens caught the trace of embarrassment. She could only hum in response. As they got ready to leave, Hysilens noted how Cerydra carried herself like nothing had happened.

When they reached the office and got to settle on their desks, Cerydra was ready with her reports and the files were neatly organized in her hands. Hysilens on the other hand, rubbed her temples and was still paying the price for her restless night. Cipher’s voice came over after few moments.

“Hysilens, Ms. Cerydra, meeting room. Weekly update.”

Arriving in the meeting room, Cerydra stood by the screen and prepared to present. Hysilens settled in the chair beside Cipher with her arms crossed as she observed.

“Alright.”

Cipher said while flipping through the agenda.

“Let’s hear the financial update. Ms. Cerydra, you’re handling it this week. Show us the status.”

This was Cerydra’s first reporting and was asked to present her portion. Hysilens accompanied her to step in if in case Cerydra stumbled on any details. But the junior didn’t stumble. She spoke with a clear and steady cadence, laying out figures and progress with the kind of confidence only someone accustomed to boardrooms could manage. Each page of the report flowed into the next without hesitation. Her tone was neither too stiff nor too casual.

Cipher leaned back with a pleased expression.

“Excellent. Smooth and straight to the point.”

Her lips tugged into a smile as she continued.

“A CEO herself should be able to handle simple weekly reports like this easily.”

Hysilens who was sitting quietly with the director from the long table found herself folding her arms tighter. She didn’t want to admit it but admiration crept in again. Cerydra’s way of carrying herself for the past days being with her, it was different from the image of a cold and unreachable boss she once heard from rumors and what she had in mind.

The meeting wrapped up smoothly and both of them returned to their usual space. The morning goes on and until few more hours, Hysilens who was still burdened by lack of sleep decided to grab some caffeine. She tilted her head towards Cerydra who was scrolling over her phone beside her.

“Hey. Coffee?”

Cerydra blinked with a little surprise.

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

Hysilens shrugged as she stood and continued.

“You’ve finished most of your stuff anyway. My treat. Think of it as a . . .  farewell bonus from your senior.”

“Farewell bonus?”

Cerydra echoed while arching a brow.

“Mm. It’s your last day here with us today so I’m being generous. Coffee, cake, cookies . . . pick your poison. I’ll buy.”

“You’re not nearly as sharp today. That’s unusual.”

“Hey—”

Hysilens frowned but the corner of her mouth twitched. With that, both of them walked towards the elevators.

As they arrived at the café near their office building, the cozy smell of roasted beans wrapped around them. Cerydra glanced at the menu board only briefly before speaking.

“Short-black. No sugar. And . . .”

She gave Hysilens a sidelong glance.

“. . . granola bars and cookies. Since it’s your treat.”

Hysilens groaned under her breath but moved to order anyway.

“Figures. Exploiting my generosity on your last day . . .”

“For you?”

The barista asked.

“Just Americano, no sugar.”

Hysilens answered flatly before they both moved to a small table near the window.

As they waited, Hysilens suddenly sat up straighter. A thought stroke her.

“Wait. Next week . . . I am living with you, right? How am I supposed to go to work? It’s not like I can just . . . walk out of the company and come back whenever I please. I am not a CEO with resources and connections like you, you know.”

Cerydra calmly stirred the glass of water set in front of her.

“Don’t worry. Everything is covered.”

Hysilens leaned in a little.

“At least tell me the plan. You’re keeping me in the dark again.”

“I’ll tell you this weekend.”

Cerydra simply replied as she sipped her water like the conversation was over. Hysilens exhaled sharply.

“ . . . You’re really something else.”

Cerydra only gave the faintest hint of a smile.

The barista called out their order. Hysilens stood to grab the tray then set it down between them. Cerydra reached first, taking her tiny cup of short-black along with the granola bar and cookies she shamelessly piled on.

“Thank you, senior.”

She politely said but her eyes was glinting with amusement. Hysilens narrowed her gaze.

“That sounded way too polite. You’re mocking me.”

Cerydra broke a cookie neatly in half, popping a piece into her mouth.

“Mocking? No. Just appreciating. It’s not every day you treat me kindly.”

Hysilens scoffed as she spoke in disbelief.

“Kindly? I bought you caffeine and sugar, let you sleep on my bed and . . . a patient senior to you. At least that’s what you said.”

Cerydra lifted her cup and clinked it lightly against Hysilens’ Americano. Her tone was slightly teasing.

“I’ll remember your generosity.”

Hysilens took a gulp of coffee but as soon as she set her cup down, her mind betrayed her. Last night’s dream flashed in sharp fragments. Her ears burned instantly and she found herself staring at the table.

“You’re suddenly quiet.”

Cerydra said as she noticed and then continued.

“Are you alright?”

Hysilens coughed into her hand.

“I’m fine. Just . . . hot coffee.”

Cerydra tilted her head with suspicion but calm. Then her lips curved just slightly.

“Mm. Or perhaps . . .”

She leaned in just enough, lowering her voice.

“. . . you’ll miss your junior?”

Hysilens choked on her drink this time, setting the cup down too quickly.

“Excuse me?”

“No need to look so troubled. You’ll still see me until next week.”

Hysilens covered her mouth with her hand, trying to play it off but her ears were bright red.

“Troubled my ass . . .”

Cerydra sipped her coffee with elegance as if she hadn’t just pushed Hysilens into a corner. As they drank their coffee in silence, Hysilens’ phone buzzed with notifications. The alert was continuous causing her to immediately check. It was the department group chat for announcement.

[Director Cipher]: Good day team! We will have a dinner party tonight as send off for Ms. Cerydra. It is her last day today. All should come.
[Employee 1]: We will come!
[Employee 2]: Present!
[Employee 3]: I think everyone is coming. Count me in.
[Employee 4]: Wow it’s been a while since the last dinner party. Thank you Director!
[Director Cipher]: This is a good time to connect with her. But must I remind. Be professional. That is all.
[Director Cipher]: BBQ Palace, Room 3 at 8PM. See you all!
…..Employee 4 and 6 others are typing

Hysilens quietly read through the messages, wondering if her junior already knew about this plan. This might be a surprise sendoff dinner and she does not want to be the one to ruin the surprise.

The walk back to the office was quiet at first with their drinks in hand. Hysilens was halfway through her Americano. Her eyes flicked sideways, catching two random strangers across the street pretending to scroll their phones while angling them just slightly in their direction. A couple more people glanced their way with that subtle recognition in their eyes.

Hysilens’ brows twitched in thought.

Seriously?

She shifted her gaze towards Cerydra. She was calmly walking beside her with coffee in one hand and an expression smooth as polished glass. Hysilens exhaled through her nose.

Of course. She’s used to this circus. Famous people probably treat it like background noise.

Still, something about it rubbed her.

These people could just take pieces of her without asking. What a hassle life it must be. Never being unseen. Never simply exist without eyes on her.

Hysilens took another gulp of her coffee, trying to shake off the thought. It might be a usual encounter for Cerydra but for Hysilens, the unwanted attention was starting to irritate her. She stole another glance at Cerydra who was now calmly nibbling at the corner of a granola bar and totally unbothered.

She must have built armor for this.

Hysilens mused silently.

I don’t think I could stand it for a single day.

The afternoon passed by along with the usual rhythm of keyboards and phone calls. Hysilens kept herself absorbed in spreadsheets, sipping the last of her Americano to push back the drowsiness still creeping in. Beside her, Cerydra looked as though she hadn’t missed a beat. She’s still focused, composed and moving through tasks with precision. She really seemed to already get the gist of the work routine. An hour before their shift ended, Cipher strolled over their desk with a warm smile.

“Hysilens, thank you for supporting Ms. Cerydra this week. I know it must’ve been quite the adjustment.”

“I was merely doing my job, Director Cipher. Thank you for your trust.”

The director then turned towards Cerydra.

“And Ms. Cerydra, thank you as well for lending your time here. Even if it was just a week, your presence has been a help. It boosted the team’s morale.”

Cerydra straightened slightly. Her tone respectful yet even.

“The gratitude should be mine. I truly appreciate you accepted my humble request to learn from your department even for a short while. If there comes a time you need assistance, my team will always be open to coordinate. Perhaps we can discuss details in the future.”

Cipher’s smile widened.

“We’d be glad to. For now, since it’s your last day with us, we arranged a dinner in your honor with the whole team attending. We’d be delighted if you join us.”

Cerydra simply inclined her head gracefully.

“Thank you for the hospitality. We will come.”

“Good.”

Cipher said as if clearly pleased then added.

“It’ll be a nice way to close the week.”

***

As the clock drew closer to time-out, Cipher returned once more.

“Hysilens, I’m on my way to BBQ Palace. Don’t make me drive alone like a sad boss. Come on, you two.”

Hysilens glanced at Cerydra who only offered a nod.

“Offer accepted. Thank you Director Cipher.”

They left the building together. The twilight glow stretched across the pavement as Cipher’s car beeped to unlock. Hysilens took the passenger seat while Cerydra sat at the back. Once on the road, there was silence for a while before Cipher spoke.

“So, Ms. Cerydra,”

She began in her curious tone.

“I trust your short time with us has been educational?”

Cerydra smiled slightly.

“It has. In ways I didn’t expect.”

Cipher glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

“That’s a diplomatic way to say you’ve seen chaos up close.”

“Chaos . . . can be more revealing than order.”

“I have to admit, when President Herta called me last week, I thought I misheard her.”

Cerydra looked at her from the rearview mirror.

“Misheard?”

“She told me to prepare my department because a VERY IMPORTANT PERSON would be joining us for a week. I assumed it was an investor, maybe an auditor. But she only said, ‘You’ll understand when you meet her.’”

Cipher gave a small laugh as she continued.

“And then there you were, waiting in the meeting room on my regular Friday.”

Hysilens gave a smirk then glanced towards Cerydra from the rearview mirror.

“CEOs really do love surprises . . .”

She said with her tone edged with dry humor.

“Pushing people into corner without explaining a thing. Must be some kind of shared hobby.”

Cipher caught the undertone immediately and laughed.

“Oh? That sounded personal.”

Cerydra’s lips curved just slightly.

“Do you want to say something to me, Ms. Hysilens?”

“Just saying.”

Hysilens replied as she leaned back against her seat. Then she added.

“You both seem to have a habit of implying ‘you’ll understand later’ and then let everyone else scramble to catch up.”

Cipher’s laughter filled the car.

“I should start recording your conversations, Hysilens. But you are not wrong. I’ll give you that.”

Cerydra only smiled and responded with her tone even.

“Some things are better understood in sequence than in explanation.”

Hysilens huffed softly while shaking her head.

“See? That’s EXACTLY what I mean.”

Cipher was still chuckling and was clearly entertained.

“I think I just found out how you two manage to keep each other busy. One throws logic out, the other tries to chase it.”

She said but then her tone shifted a bit softer as she continued.

“But honestly, the way President Herta described you made me think I’d be dealing with someone who might breathe ice and turn the office to stone.”

Hysilens smirked, adding her remark.

“Sounds accurate from the rumors.”

Cipher laughed.

“And yet, here you are. Relaxed, patient and surprisingly normal. I mean that as a compliment.”

Cerydra smiled faintly.

“Then I’ll take it as one.”

Cipher returned her focus to the road, still speaking lightly.

“It’s funny though. The way people in the industry talk about you . . . I’d think you’ve never smiled in your entire career.”

For a moment, Cerydra said nothing. The city lights reflected off the car window as she watched them slid past like fragments of her old world. Those stories were true once like the cold boardroom and the relentless climb to be on top. But right now, they felt like another lifetime. She glanced towards Cipher’s easy humor and at Hysilens’ unfiltered comments. She felt an unfamiliar warmth in her chest.

Maybe this . . .

She thought

. . . was what it meant to breathe again.

Cipher’s laughter and teasing voice brought her back from her deep thoughts.

“Oh, and Hysilens . . . ”

She said while glancing playfully at Hysilens from beside her on the passenger seat.

“When we get there, calm down on the drinks tonight, alright? At least stay professional. We have a guest.”

Her eyes flicked towards Cerydra from the rearview mirror. Hysilens exhaled sharply, feigning a glare.

“Director, that was one time—”

Cipher raised a brow.

“One LEGENDARY time, if I recall. The last team dinner party? You stood on a chair and tried to debate the moral purpose of budget reports.”

“—I was making a point.”

Hysilens cut in smoothly, keeping her tone polite but firm but Cipher could only chuckle.

“A very LOUD point. The restaurant still remembers you.”

Cerydra smiled quietly from the backseat.

“It sounds like your team knows how to celebrate properly.”

Cipher grinned.

“Oh, we do. Just not tonight. We’ll keep Hysilens behave this time.”

“You make it sound like I’m uncontrollable. That won’t happen.”

Hysilens muttered, gaze sliding toward the window.

“Good.”

The car settled into a more comfortable silence after that with the city lights flickering like ripples over their faces.

***

The restaurant buzzed with chatter and clinking glasses as the department settled into their reserved space. The warm glow of the chandelier, the polished tables and the subtle music in the background set an elegant mood.

Cipher stood as she lifted a glass of wine.

“Let’s raise a toast to Ms. Cerydra, who joined us this week. It may have been short but she has left quite an impression on all of us. To her success and to the growth of our team as well.”

“Cheers!”

Everyone echoed. Glasses were raised and the mood instantly brightened. The first question came almost immediately after they all sat again.

“Ms. Cerydra, how was your experience working with us?”

One of the employees asked. She was a little nervous yet excited. Cerydra responded with a smile and her usual composed expression.

“It was refreshing to step into a different perspective and see the inner workings of your company. It reminded me of things I’ve overlooked.”

Another chimed in while grinning.

“But what made you want to work here in the first place? Isn’t your schedule packed?”

Cerydra tilted her head slightly, pausing before answering.

“It’s necessary to slow down and learn at times. Even a CEO doesn’t know everything. I wanted to see for myself how other companies function. Especially one that I respect.”

That answer earned murmurs of admiration and light applause. Soon, someone from the far side piped up with a laugh.

“Ms. Cerydra, any tips for passing an interview at ScepterTech? I might need them for my cousin!”

Laughter spread across the table. Cerydra’s lips curved in amusement.

“Be honest, be curious and show your effort. Skills can be taught but sincerity can’t.”

More laughter followed as another employee added.

“That’s too profound for a cousin who can’t even wake up on time!”

Throughout it all, Hysilens found herself unconsciously watching Cerydra. The way her tone never wavered, the calm poise she carried and the effortless way she handled the attention that would overwhelm most. It was as if she had been born to command a room without trying.

“Hysilens. . .”

One colleague leaned closer with a playful smile, breaking her thoughts.

“You’ve been working closest with Ms. Cerydra all week. What’s she like as a junior?”

A ripple of curiosity spread through the table with eyes flicking between her and Cerydra.

Hysilens blinked, caught off guard.

“Uh . . . efficient.”

She simply answered the first word that came to mind.

“And . . . observant. She notices things fast.”

Another coworker added slyly.

“You mean she’s keeping you on your toes, right?”

The table erupted into teasing laughter and Cerydra merely lifted her glass with a subtle smile and unbothered. Hysilens felt her ears warm but quickly forced a wry smile to cover it up.

Her phone buzzed insistently against the table. She glanced at the screen. It’s Se-wan. Excusing herself quietly, she slipped out towards the hallway where the noise of their private room dimmed.

“Hello?”

She answered.

“Hysilens! Finally. Where are you?”

Se-wan’s voice was laced with mock annoyance, though the background chatter behind her suggested she wasn’t alone. Hysilens pinched the bridge of her nose.

“I’m at a team dinner. Director Cipher insisted since it’s Cerydra’s last day in the office.”

“Already? Time was fast.”

Se-wan respond in a surprise but then sighed.

“Anyway, we planned a TGIF night and thought you’d drag your junior along.”

Hysilens glanced at their group chat notifications lighting her screen with dozens of unread messages.

TGIF?
Karaoke?
Bring the junior!

“. . . Our Director kidnapped us. Next time.”

“Fine, fine.”

Se-wan relented with exaggerated defeat.

“Next time. Don’t forget you owe us. And don’t let them get Ms. Cerydra too drunk. We wanted to do that ourselves.”

Hysilens snorted.

“Alright, alright. Noted.”

She ended the call and lingered for a beat, exhaling before sliding her phone back into her blazer pocket. When she returned to the table, the dinner was in full swing. Glasses clinked and laughter echoed with Cerydra at the center of attention. One employee leaned towards Cerydra, asking with starry eyes.

“Ms. Cerydra, can I take a picture with you? Just one?”

“Of course.”

Cerydra replied smoothly and adjusted slightly for the camera. The others soon followed with eager phones lining up. Hysilens slipped back into her seat, shaking her head at the sight. Amid the laughter, one bold employee whispered just loud enough for the others to hear.

“Honestly, we didn’t dare come near you at work. Director Cipher said if we bothered you, we’d face a salary deduction.”

The table erupted with laughter. Even Cipher herself chuckled as she raised her glass.

“What can I say? I wanted Ms. Cerydra to have a proper work experience. You think I’d let my department ruin it?”

The same employee added mischievously

“But now . . . since this is out of work . . . we can approach her freely, right?”

Another chimed in, lifting their glass.

“Right!”

Cerydra met their playful energy with a soft chuckle, nodding.

“Then let’s call this your chance.”

The cheers grew louder. A few playfully chant her name while Hysilens quietly observed from her seat as a reluctant smile tugged her lips.

The night stretched on and each time someone offered Cerydra a shot of soju, she had to smile politely.

“Ah, I can’t drink much.”

She explained with practiced poise of hers but with a teasing remark meant only to deflect, she said.

“But perhaps my senior Ms. Hysilens will save me?”

To her surprise, Hysilens coolly slid the shot glass over and downed it without hesitation. Not just once but by the third time, their colleagues had erupted into cheers, chanting Hysilens’ name with every raised glass.

“Hysilens! Hysilens! Hysilens!”

She stole a glance to her senior as if amused but at the same time guilty for letting someone whose trying to walk away from alcohol take shots on her behalf. Against all odds, Hysilens became her shield for the night. Flushed from the rowdy chorus, Hysilens had waved them off and muttered.

“H-hey, enough already.”

Though she kept drinking on Cerydra’s behalf all the same.

After another few hours, the clinking of glasses grew less sharp and more sluggish. Conversations turned into half-slurred anecdotes. One by one, the employees began gathering their things. Some were leaning against colleagues for support as they made their way out.

A couple of the juniors were busy helping a senior wobble towards the door and murmuring encouragements as though guiding a toddler. On the other side of the room, the director was slumped against the back of her chair with cheeks flushed in deep crimson.

“Director Cipher, come on, you can’t fall asleep here.”

Two of the employees fussed as they carefully looped the director’s arm over their shoulder.

“She . . . she can handle quarterly reports but not liquor.”

Another teased, prompting a chorus of chuckles as they tried to walk her off to sober up.

Hysilens was still sitting by Cerydra’s side with her chin propped on her palm. Her eyes was growing heavier by the minute although she wasn’t too drunk. Her liquor tolerance was high but the comfortable warmth and the lull of voices made her eyelids threaten to close. Cerydra leaned in with soft voice yet teasing.

“Who knew my senior could be such a gallant knight? Taking shots for me like that.”

Hysilens cracked an eye open, giving her a sideways look.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just didn’t want you embarrassing us by passing out under the table.”

“Mm. Of course.”

Cerydra’s lips curved faintly.

“If I recall, you almost nodded off just now. Should I be the one saving you this time?”

Hysilens groaned, dragging a hand over her face.

“You wish.”

Cerydra chuckled quietly. Her gaze lingered on Hysilens longer than necessary though she disguised it with another sip of water.

The restaurant lights faded behind them. Cerydra politely excused both of them from the few employees who were still there.

“We’ll head first. Thank you for the evening.”

She said smoothly, leaving no room for protest.

The night air was cool and heavy outside. Public transport at this hour was unthinkable especially with Hysilens’ half-lidded eyes and sluggish steps. Cerydra quickly pulled out her phone and booked a cab. She guided her senior towards the curb without a word.

The ride was quiet. Hysilens leaned back against the seat with eyes closed. Her head tilted slightly as though she might finally surrender to sleep. Cerydra didn’t disturb her. Instead, she watched quietly and her thoughts started to drift.

Small moments when you’re unexpectedly kind, it’s almost . . . what are you thinking, Hysilens?

Her gaze softened as the cab continued down the empty streets. By the time they arrived at Hysilens’ apartment, Cerydra settled the fare while Hysilens trudged in. Without a care, Hysilens tossed her bag on the counter and disappeared into the bathroom.

When she emerged, she made no attempt to tidy herself further. Instead, she staggered towards the couch and dropped into it, pulling a blanket half-heartedly over her. The liquor was finally catching up and muting her into silence.

“Use the bedroom.”

Cerydra said evenly, setting her bag down.

Hysilens groaned, muffled by the blanket.

“The couch is fine.”

Cerydra’s tone sharpened just enough to cut through her drowsiness.

“You drank too much tonight. Because of me. So take the bed.”

Hysilens did not respond anymore as if she had already fallen asleep. Cerydra gave her a long look but didn’t press further.

“Suit yourself.”

She then disappeared into the bathroom. Warm water hit her skin, washing away the dull ache of exhaustion. When she finally stepped out, Hysilens was already asleep on the couch with her head tilted slightly and a loose strand of hair covering her cheek. Cerydra lingered for a second, watching in silence before quietly turning off the remaining lights then walked into the bedroom.

She sat by the edge of the bed, pulling out her phone to check the time but saw the notification light blinking. There were several unread messages from her mother. Cerydra stared at the name for a few seconds before sliding them out. She swiped through her notifications instead. There were emails from work, updates from partners overseas and several unread messages from her public profile with fans and strangers sending kind words. She never replied but sometimes, like tonight she’d read a few out of curiosity.

Scrolling further, her feed slipped into its usual algorithm with market reports, trending news, a science article, a few random trivia clips and videos of her favorite singer covering old love songs.

She paused and let one play softly. The melody filled the quiet, warm and slow. She turned to her side. The sound of the singer’s voice trailed off as the phone dimmed to black, letting sleep come to her without resistance.

Chapter Text

Saturday arrived with a gentler pace. The curtains let in a muted morning light. Hysilens hadn’t moved an inch and was curled on the couch under the thin blanket as she breathed steadily. Cerydra who’s already awake didn’t bother her. She moved silently to the dining table with her laptop open in front of her. The temptation to log into her company portal was strong. Her fingers hovered over the keys and was ready to type in her credentials. But she pulled back and shut the thought away.

No. Company update could wait until Monday.

She checked her phone instead. A flood of notifications greeted her again. There were also missed calls. She noticed one notification bar from her driver reporting her mother’s persistent instructions to bring her home. Cerydra only sighed as she set the phone aside.

The only one who actually listened to me . . . is my secretary. Good woman.

She opened the news next and idly scrolled over it. Her photos once again emerged. There were grainy shots taken from a distance leaving the office building, standing in the rush of commuters and walking the streets. Cerydra noticed that almost all of them had something in common. It was Hysilens. Sometimes it’s just her back caught in the frame, sometimes only the edge of her head and sometimes beside her more clearly. She's like a shadow in every scene. Cerydra found herself smiling.

She has been beside me nearly every moment this week.

Her gaze flicked towards the couch. Hysilens shifted slightly and still fast asleep. The blanket slipped down her shoulder. Her smile lingered, soft and private before turning back to her laptop then her phone buzzed against the wooden table. She glanced down, expecting a calendar alert but the name on the screen brought an unguarded curve to her mouth.

[Cyrene]: Guess who’s finally heading home next week?
[Cyrene]: Six months is way too long. We have so much to catch up on.
[Cyrene]: And what’s with these photos of you I keep seeing online? Headlines are everywhere.

Cerydra leaned back. Her fingers rested lightly on her laptop before she picked up the phone.

[Me]: Already? I was thinking your studies would keep you overseas for another year.

Another bubble appeared almost instantly.

[Cyrene]:Don’t dodge the question. I’ve been scrolling through articles about CEO Cerydra. You’re turning to garments now?
[Me]: I’ll tell you on your return.
[Cyrene]: Should I bow when we meet?

Cerydra let out a quiet chuckle enough not to stir Hysilens from the couch.

[Me]: I'm taking a little time rediscovering myself.

It took a few moments for the next reply then the familiar energy came through even in message.

[Cyrene]: That sounds mysterious. But sooooo very you.
[Cyrene]: Keep your secrets for now. But better treat me with something nice when I land.
[Me]: Deal. See you soon.

When she looked up again, a movement stirred by the couch. Hysilens was already waking up. Her hair was a bit of a mess as she stretched like someone fighting gravity itself. Cerydra watched her in quiet amusement.

“Morning.”

Hysilens mumbled sounding like still half asleep.

“You’re up early.”

Cerydra said then closed her laptop. Hysilens yawned while rubbing her eyes.

“I’m usually not. I’ll take a quick shower before I fall asleep again.”

By the time she reemerged with her hair damp and on her comfortable shirt, she padded towards the kitchen to scan the fridge.

“What do you want for breakfast?”

She asked.

“I only have eggs, rice, ketchup and a few sad vegetables.”

“Anything’s fine.”

Cerydra replied lightly.

“Then omurice it is.”

Hysilens said with mock enthusiasm.

Cerydra leaned back on the chair as she watched Hysilens move through the simple routine of cracking eggs, stirring rice and humming softly under her breath. As they settled to eat, Cerydra asked.

“What do you do on weekends?”

Hysilens gave a small shrug.

“Chores. Groceries. Chat with friends. Browse random things online until my thumb feels numb . . . sometimes hang out with Kafka or Sewan if I’m not too lazy.”

Cerydra smiled slightly.

“A normal person’s weekend.”

“Pretty much.”

Hysilens replied then sipped her coffee. Shifting her gaze to Cerydra, she added.

“Why? You have plans?”

“No. What should we do today?”

Cerydra said casually but Hysilens responded with a smirk.

“Well, since you’re asking . . . maybe you could clean the house. Do the laundry while you’re at it.”

Cerydra blinked in disbelief, setting down her chopsticks.

“What?”

“You cleaned a bit once. You seemed good at it.”

Hysilens teased as she continued.

“Might as well put those skills to use.”

“That was once.”

Cerydra said, narrowing her eyes.

“Don’t think I’ll willingly do it again.”

Hysilens tried to stifle a laugh, biting back her grin.

“Worth a try.”

She then shifted to a more serious tone.

“Anyway . . . so, what do you think of this arrangement? You know . . . no staff bowing at you and no luxury car waiting outside. Just . . . this.”

She gestured at her tiny apartment with her chopsticks. Cerydra chewed thoughtfully before answering.

“It has its charms. I can walk freely. No one expects me to have the answers to everything. I can enjoy little things, like this breakfast.”

A faint smile curved her lips then added.

“It’s peaceful.”

Hysilens tilted her head knowingly.

“But?”

Cerydra shifted her eyes fully to Hysilens.

“But eventually, the same routine might bore me. I’m used to more productivity and constant challenges. Sitting still feels unnatural after a while.”

Hysilens narrowed her eyes as if mock-offended.

“So you’re saying my life is unproductive?”

“I didn’t say that.”

Cerydra countered smoothly and clearly amused by her reaction. She then continued.

“That’s your interpretation.”

Hysilens leaned back, crossing her arms with a playful huff.

“Mm. Sounds like something someone guilty would say.”

When their plates were nearly empty, Hysilens pushed hers aside with a sigh of satisfaction.

“Well . . .”

She said, stretching her arms above her head.

“If you want to do anything today, go ahead. I . . . on the other hand, fully intend to bed-rot in my blanket with zero productivity.”

Cerydra raised her brows.

“Sounds like your plan.”

And with that, both settled on their own spaces with Hysilens comfortably laying on the couch as she scrolled through her phone while the TV played a morning show. Cerydra sat on the smaller couch with her laptop.

By noon, the apartment had grown too quiet. Hysilens had been scrolling on her phone for few hours through news snippets, cat videos and meaningless posts until her thumb ached and her patience wore thin. She finally sighed, tossing her phone onto the couch.

“I’m going for a walk.”

She muttered but mostly to herself. Cerydra, who was typing something on her laptop looked up.

“Where to?”

“Grocery. I ran out of milk. And snacks.”

“Then I’ll come with you.”

Cerydra said simply and was already closing her laptop. Hysilens turned with eyebrows raised.

“You sure you want to? You do remember what happens when you are out?”

Cerydra only tilted her head slightly but then, Hysilens added.

“I mean . . . maybe you should wear a hat. Or a mask. Or both. You know . . . so people won’t start another photo album of you and me.”

The remark was meant as a half-hearted joke but Cerydra nodded thoughtfully.

“You have a point.”

She said while reaching for a light jacket.

“By now, we probably have enough photos online to fill one.”

“That’s NOT reassuring.”

Hysilens replied flatly, slipping on her sneakers.

When they stepped outside, the afternoon breeze felt gentle. The grocery was just a five-minute walk down the street but Hysilens could already feel a few glances drifting their way.

“You see?”

She muttered.

“I told you. You attract attention like a walking headline.”

“Perhaps by now you’re already used to it”

Cerydra replied coolly from behind her mask.

“Next thing I know, a gossip site’s going to publish something ridiculous. Like, ‘CEO Cerydra spotted grocery shopping with mystery woman.’”

Hysilens said partly joking.

“‘Mystery woman,’ huh?”

Cerydra echoed as the corner of her lips curved beneath the mask.

“Yeah.”

Hysilens continued, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Or worse . . . they’ll say you’re dating me or something.”

The words slipped out too naturally and too casually until the echo of it caught up in her own mind.

Dating her?

The idea hit a beat too late, making her heart stutter before she quickly looked away, pretending to fix her hair.

“I mean . . . people just make up stories, you know?”

Cerydra didn’t respond immediately. But when Hysilens dared a glance, she caught the faintest glimmer of amusement in the woman’s eyes like she’d heard everything and understood more than Hysilens wanted her to.

“People do love stories.”

Cerydra said finally. Her voice was soft but with a weight that lingered. Hysilens frowned lightly, trying to ignore the warmth crawling up her neck.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Well . . .”

Cerydra continued.

“You’re more expressive when you’re flustered.”

“Stop analyzing me.”

“I wasn’t analyzing.”

Cerydra said. Her eyes curved slightly in quiet laughter.

“Just observing.”

Hysilens only sighed, shaking her head as she quickened her pace towards the grocery. But despite her mild irritation, the warmth in her chest betrayed her.

***

The grocery store wasn’t too crowded with only the sound of random music from the overhead speakers and the rolling of carts against clean tiles from the weekend shoppers. Hysilens grabbed a basket instead of a cart then handed another one to Cerydra.

“Don’t buy too much. We’ll only need food until tomorrow.”

Cerydra nodded, matching her pace beside the aisles.

“Understood.”

The CEO-turned-junior looked oddly composed carrying her half-empty basket as she examined the product labels. Hysilens couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“You know, you don’t need to analyze the nutritional value of canned soup like it’s a market study.”

She teased.

“I prefer to know what I’m consuming.”

Cerydra replied mildly but still pinned to the canned product.

They went through aisles taking bread, eggs, milk and a small box of strawberries because Hysilens couldn’t resist. Their small talk carried lightly and almost domestic as if this kind of errand had been something they’d done a hundred times before.

When they turned towards the counter, a display shelf caught Hysilens’ eyes. There was a row of elegant bottles. Its label was in deep maroon with silver script. Those were premium wine Hysilens would always liked but rarely bought. Next to it, a promo card read:

Free goblet with every purchase.

Hysilens paused.

“That’s a pretty glass . . .”

She said quietly, tracing her gaze along the goblet’s curve before looking at the bottle.

“And this brand’s actually good . . . Haven’t had it in a while.”

Cerydra followed her gaze. Her eyes softened slightly in recognition. The brand’s logo was familiar.

“Perhaps I’ll gift you one of those bottles if you treat me kindly.”

Hysilens turned to her with a raised brow.

“You sounded like you own the brand . . .”

“Do I look like a winery owner?”

Cerydra replied smoothly. There was a smile ghosting her lips. Hysilens reached for the bottle then placed it into her basket with reluctant affection.

“Well, no. But I’m paying for this one though.”

She said.

“Suit yourself.”

Cerydra replied effortlessly composed.

By the time they reached the counter, the cashier’s eyes flickered briefly at Cerydra before returning to professional composure like it’s another reminder of who she was and how different their lives were.

***

The late afternoon light slanted through the small windows of Hysilens’ apartment by the time they returned. Hysilens was humming under her breath as she unpacked the groceries onto the counter.

“Ah—this one.”

She said while pulling out the premium wine she bought. Her eyes brightened at the label and the free goblet attached to it.

“It’s been a while since I found this on sale.”

Cerydra watched from the dining table with one hand resting on her cheek and the other tapping absently on her phone. Her gaze lingered a second longer on the wine bottle before she calmly spoke, yet it was edged with an observation.

“You really seem to know your bottles.”

Hysilens looked up from arranging the groceries smirking slightly.

“If they’re on sale, then that’s the sign. Those are my bottles!”

She replied as she let out small chuckle to her own joke.

Cerydra remembered the first time she had tried to ask Hysilens about drinking out of curiosity but Hysilens had deflected with that practiced ease like the way people do when they’ve built a wall they aren’t ready to open yet, covering it as a joke, a shift of topic or just a shrug. Cerydra understood it now. She knew well that healing from a habit doesn’t happen overnight. It’s not something to be lectured out of someone. She believed it has to be chosen by the person herself. With her thought, she stayed still and chose to quietly witness for now. Her gaze softened as Hysilens opened the wine and seemingly unaware of Cerydra’s gentle scrutiny.

The afternoon went on like any other of Hysilens’ weekend. Hysilens moved through her small apartment in an unhurried manner. She folded clothes, rearranged groceries and tidied the corners of the room that were already neat.

Cerydra, though clearly not used to domestic work, followed along, helping to rinse dishes, dry utensils and even trying to sweep the floor until she realized she had no idea where the dustpan went.

“You’re not bad.”

Hysilens said as she wiped the countertop.

“I should add this under ‘skills’ on my next portfolio.”

“Good luck listing ‘dishwashing’ in your CEO achievements.”

Hysilens shot back dryly.

When the chores were finally done, it was already dimming outside. Both retreated to the couch, half-tired but oddly at peace. The television flickered with an evening game show. It was one of those quiz formats that blended trivia, humor and audience cheers.

A question blared through the TV speakers.

“In Xianzhou’s history, they have a total of 9 ships during the war. Who was the general of the Loufu ship?”

Hysilens answered instantly.

“General Jing Yuan.”

Cerydra looked at her and was impressed.

“You knew that?”

“I doom-scroll history sometimes.”

Hysilens replied but not looking away from the screen. The next question flashed:

“What kind of mineral does the country Belobog use as heat source?”

“Easy. Geomarrow.”

Cerydra answered before Hysilens could.

Hysilens raised a brow.

“Of course you’d get the science one.”

“You sound surprised.”

“I just didn’t think you had time to remember kinds of rocks.”

A faint smirk curved Cerydra’s lips.

“Some things stick after years of . . . high expectations.”

The show continued with them both comfortable on each of their corners in the living room.

“What is the most famous beverage in the country of Penacony?”

Cerydra leaned forward to think but Hysilens answered first.

“Soul Glad.”

The host confirmed it and Cerydra gave a small nod as if conceding.

“Two points for you.”

“You’re keeping score now?”

“I’m a fair competitor.”

The next question drew both their attention.

“In 15th century literature, who wrote the famous romance-tragedy fiction piece called ‘As I’ve Written’?”

“Cyrene.”

They both said at once. Their eyes met briefly and for a split second, amusement passed between them.

“Look at that.”

Hysilens murmured.

“Same wavelength.”

Another question flashed.

“What animal symbolizes peace in Amphoreus mythology?”

“Dromas.”

Cerydra said immediately. Hysilens could only mutter.

“You’re fast now.”

“Tight competiton.”

Cerydra said hinting satisfaction in her tone.

By the time the show reached its final round, Hysilens had slouched deep into the couch. The dim light flickered across her face. She blinked slowly with the soft hum of the room lulling her.

“You’re good at this.”

Cerydra said quietly.

“Mm.”

Hysilens’ voice was barely above a murmur.

“Trivial knowledge. My only skill.”

“Not true.”

Cerydra said softly. Her voice was low enough that Hysilens didn’t respond.

The host’s laughter faded into the distance as the next commercial played. For a moment, there was only the gentle stillness.

The game show ended with a loud burst of applause from the audience onscreen. The sudden brightness from the closing credits cast reflections across the room.

Hysilens was already half-lidded and her body slouched into the cushions. She blinked slowly, staring blankly at the TV as if waiting for one more question that never came. Her hair fell lazily over her shoulder and her hand rested on the remote.

Cerydra watched her for a moment longer before standing up quietly.

“I’ll head to bed.”

She said softly. Hysilens hummed in response but not even turning her head and just mumbled.

“Mm, night.”

Her words trailed off like a whisper. Cerydra lingered briefly just enough to make sure Hysilens wouldn’t topple over before retreating to the bedroom. The sound of the TV filled the silence behind her like white noise against the night.

Inside the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed, taking a long and steady breath. Her muscles ached slightly from the unfamiliar chores of the day like the simple and mundane tasks she never thought she’d be doing for someone. Yet the exhaustion was softer and felt more real.

When she finally lay back against the cool sheets. The darkness of the room welcomed her. She closed her eyes, expecting the usual flood of thoughts of numbers, meetings and restless weight of decisions. But none of them came. Instead, her mind drifted to fragments of laughter from earlier. The way Hysilens’ voice lilted when she got a trivia question right, the frown when she lost one and the calm persistence in her movements as she went about her chores.

Cerydra exhaled slowly. She used to fall asleep thinking of what to build next, what to fix and what to gain. But tonight, her mind was filled not with something but someone else.

Chapter Text

Sunday morning came and the soft light from the morning sun settled into the freshly tidied apartment. Cerydra had been up long, checking her laptop then decided that cooking would be a better way to pass the time. She pulled together simple ingredients from yesterday’s groceries, taking some eggs, bread and vegetables for a light meal.

By the time she was finishing up, Hysilens emerged in the kitchen with a messy hair. Her movement was slow as if sleep was still clinging onto her.

“Hm, morning . . .”

She mumbled, dropping almost lazily into the chair. Cerydra slid a plate towards her.

“Eat.”

Hysilens blinked. Then blinked again, trying to force her brain to wake up. Cerydra lowered her coffee cup.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?”

That was enough to sharpen Hysilens’ attention and lightly rubbed her eyes.

“Actually . . . yeah, that’s what I wanted to ask again. What exactly is the plan for tomorrow?”

“Someone will take over your tasks for the week. It’s approved.”

Hysilens stared at her.

“Approved? Director Cipher didn’t mention anything to me.”

“She was under the impression you already knew. I told her you’d been briefed.”

Hysilens slowly lowered her fork and gave her a deadpan look.

“Oh, yes. VERY brief.”

She lifted her hand and pinched her fingers together.

“I know . . . yeah, sure. Maybe . . . ten percent of the plan?”

Cerydra’s expression softened into something almost playful.

“Would you prefer discussing the details with Director Cipher instead?”

Hysilens froze long enough to imagine Cipher pulling out forms, flowcharts and a full procedural explanation. Then her shoulders sagged.

“No, no. Actually . . . no.”

She sighed as if half amused and half resigned then added.

“You already made this less complicated for me, didn’t you?”

“I arranged what needed to be arranged. That’s all.”

Cerydra simply responded then continued.

“We’ll stop by the office later. You’ll need to sign a few documents for your business leave.”

Hysilens froze. Her fork hovered midair.

“Business leave? Wait, I don’t want to waste my leave credits on this.”

“It won’t be. It’s officially logged as a business trip. Your credits stay untouched.”

Hysilens could only stare at her and was speechless.

Of course she had the reach to bend situations to her will. And then here I am, letting life sway me like a leaf carried by the wind wherever it took me.

A soft and incredulous laugh slipped out.

“I get it. I have nothing to worry, right?”

Cerydra set her cup down gently.

“Yes.”

By the time the clock stroke at 12 noon, both of them finally stepped out of the apartment. The weekend sun was bright but not too harsh. The streets were quieter than weekdays. It’s almost serene though Hysilens couldn’t help but feel her stomach twist the closer they got to the office.

Inside the familiar walls of their office building, the atmosphere was calmer than usual with just a few staff working on the weekend shift. They went straight to Cipher’s office where she greeted them with a warm smile.

“Hysilens!”

The director called, handing over a neat stack of documents.

“Here’s your business leave form. You’ll be away for one week under ScepterTech. Sign here.”

Still trying to piece everything together, Hysilens read the few lines on the form and obediently scribbled her name though her mind whirred.

Training under ScepterTech?

She risked a glance at Cerydra who remained composed beside her.

So she told the director it’s business-related? Of course. There’s no way she’d say anything about this life switch.

“Good luck, Hysilens.”

Cipher sincerely added.

“Make the most out of this chance. Not everyone gets this kind of opportunity. Ms. Cerydra has been very generous to train one of my team members at her company.”

Hysilens bowed politely though inside she was reeling. Cerydra’s calm voice cut in smoothly.

“Her replacement will arrive tomorrow. I’ll have her reach you out to properly connect with you.”

Cipher’s expression brightened further.

“Perfect. Thank you for arranging that. This has already been approved by President Herta herself. Everything is in order.”

Hysilens’ eyes widened slightly. She had prepared herself to expect for something like this but it still somehow surprised her.

Even our very own CEO had her hand in this too? Just how far had this lady pulled strings for this to be airtight?!

Without missing a beat, Cerydra inclined her head.

“I’ll see President Herta personally when the time comes. Please send her my regards for now.”

The director waved it off modestly, clearly pleased with the arrangement.

“We’re just happy to support such an initiative. I’m sure this will be a valuable experience for Hysilens.”

Hysilens nodded again, forcing a smile while her thoughts tangled. Everything felt surreal. The ease with which Cerydra maneuvered people, the way things seemed to line up perfectly like a game she was already winning before Hysilens even knew she was also playing.

As they walked side by side down the hallway towards the lobby, Hysilens’ steps grew heavier. Her thoughts were circling endlessly. The papers in her bag felt like proof of something far bigger than she’d agreed to. Finally, unable to hold it in, she turned to Cerydra.

“Even our CEO’s approval? Since when was this become a grand scheme?”

Cerydra glanced at her calmly. Her lips curved into the slightest smile as the elevator doors slid open.

“Since the beginning.”

Hysilens followed her inside, pressing her back against the mirrored wall with her arms crossed tight.

“Unbelievable . . . I thought this was just some silly game of a billionaire trying to shake off her routine. But you . . .”

She let out a half-disbelieving laugh as she shook her head.

“You really made it sound like I’m some employee getting an elite overseas program or something.”

Surprise tangled with irritation yet unfamiliarly warm.

Going far for this life switch. Who even does that?

Cerydra adjusted the cuff of her sleeve. Her voice was even but carried a subtle note of pride.

“Relax. It’s just me. Your resident CEO, remember?”

She tilted her head slightly. Almost teasingly, she added.

“You probably know me more by now. I don’t do things half-way.”

Her tone was light but Hysilens caught the flicker of pride beneath it as though Cerydra secretly wanted her to be impressed. Hysilens stared at her. She got speechless for a moment then scoffed and looked away with her ears warming despite herself.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed . . . or annoyed . . . or just completely overwhelmed. I kept saying it but you really are unbelievable.”

Cerydra’s lips tugged into the slightest smirk as if satisfied with the reaction. As they stepped into the lobby, Cerydra slowed her pace. Her phone briefly lit in her hand.

“Let’s wait a bit.”

She said calmly.

“My driver’s on the way.”

Hysilens folded her arms. She’s clearly still processing the turn of events.

“Fine . . . but, uh . . . about tomorrow.”

She sheepishly glanced at Cerydra.

“What exactly do I even bring? Or do? Are you putting me to the finance department, too?”

Her words tumbled out like pebbles rolling downhill.

“I’ll explain it later when we return.”

Hysilens exhaled, rubbing her forehead.

“Great. There you go again. That’s reassuring.”

She muttered though deep down, she was bracing herself for another wave of surprises.

Cerydra’s black luxury car soon pulled up outside. The driver stepped out briefly to open the rear door. A neatly dressed young woman with golden eyes, gray mid-length hair and a composed demeanor was sitting on the passenger side. Cerydra slid into the back first with Hysilens following after her. As the car moved, Cerydra leaned slightly forward.

“From tomorrow, you’ll handle my new assignment.”

She said to the woman at the front seat.

“Also, make sure to contact Director Cipher. Introduce yourself properly. Keep your communication clear.”

Hysilens blinked with her head snapping towards Cerydra then to the woman in front.

“Wait . . . she’s my replacement?”

“Mm.”

Cerydra’s calm nod confirmed it.

“She’s my secretary.”

Hysilens’ jaw almost dropped. She stared at Cerydra. Her words fumbled out before she could stop them.

“Then . . . if she’s your secretary . . . and she’s replacing me . . . doesn’t that make me . . .”

Her voice trailed off with the realization dawning.

“. . . your secretary?”

Cerydra didn’t answer. Instead, she turned her head slightly. The faintest of smiles gave the answer away and it made Hysilens’ eyes widened with her heart skipping.

“No way. No—no, no, no . . .”

She muttered, staring at the passing cityscape outside the window as if the glass could save her from this ridiculous setup.

The car hummed softly as it cruised through the weekend streets. From the front seat, Cerydra’s driver cleared his throat politely.

“President . . .”

He began carefully.

“Your mother has been very insistent. She keeps calling and asking when you’ll return home. She’s . . . quite upset about the news of you working at H&M (HertaMei). The reason hasn’t been explained to her and it’s troubling her. Apologies, President. We also . . . did not know what to answer her.”

Hysilens glanced sideways at Cerydra curiously. However, she remained composed. Her gaze was fixed out the window.

“I’ll deal with her when I return.”

She simply said with her tone steady but clipped. The car fell quiet again until her attendant-secretary spoke in her calm voice.

“Everything has been running smoothly in your absence, President. Only a few minor issues cropped up but the board directors handled them promptly.”

Cerydra let out a small and almost imperceptible sigh of relief.

“Good.”

She replied.

“Thank you for keeping everything in order.”

 Her voice softened just slightly for the acknowledgment.

Hysilens’ fingers fidgeted against her arm. The shift in atmosphere was almost unsettling. Cerydra wasn’t lounging casually, making sarcastic remarks or teasing her like she had during the week. Today, she sat with her usual composure of making decisions and giving instructions. She was very CEO-like.

For the past days, she’d almost forgotten Cerydra’s real identity. She had laughed, bantered and even watched old drama with her as if Cerydra was just another colleague crashing at her apartment. But now it felt like she was sitting beside a completely different person.

Maybe she’s back to the real ‘her’? The usual ‘her’?

Hysilens thought, pressing her lips together. She sneaked a glance at Cerydra from the corner of her eye. Even in silence, she carried herself with a quiet authority, the kind that made people instinctively pay attention and it was almost intimidating.

***

The car rolled to a gentle stop in front of Hysilens’ apartment building. Before either of them moved, the gray-haired driver stepped out smoothly. He came around first to Cerydra’s side, opening the door with practiced precision then circled to open Hysilens’ door side as well.

“I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow morning, President.”

He said respectfully. Cerydra offered him a small nod.

“Thank you, Phainon.”

He bowed lightly before returning to his seat. Stelle offered a polite farewell as well before the car pulled away, leaving the two of them standing at the entrance of the building.

Inside the apartment, Cerydra slipped off her shoes and loosened her shoulders.

“You can just bring few clothes with you.”

She said lightly.

“I’ll have the driver take them to my penthouse tomorrow.”

Hysilens had already dropped onto the couch. Her posture slouched and her head tilted back against the cushions. She gave a noncommittal nod.

“I’ll start packing in a bit.”

For a moment, silence lingered. Cerydra studied her from the dining table where she was pouring herself a glass of water.

“Everything's good?”

She asked. Her tone was softer now and almost cautious. Hysilens exhaled a long breath.

“No.”

That answer made Cerydra pause mid-sip.

“No?”

She repeated. Her brows faintly drawn.

“Aren't you satisfied with the arrangement? Or are you already reconsidering?”

Hysilens rubbed her temples with eyes half-lidded.

“Yes. But . . .”

She stood, dragging herself towards the dining table until she was leaning against the chair across from Cerydra.

“You did your part of the week. If I don’t do mine, I’d feel bad.”

Her eyes narrowed and steady on Cerydra now.

“Am I really going to be your secretary?”

Cerydra tilted her head. Her lips curved into that unreadable smile again.

“What if you are? Don’t you like the idea?”

Hysilens hesitated. Words pressed at the back of her throat but she couldn’t push them out.

Not that I TOTALLY opposed. It’s just . . . a little overwhelming.

But also she couldn’t deny it. Part of her was curious to see Cerydra not as the junior tagging along but as the CEO everyone knew about. Instead of explaining, she smirked, masking her uncertainty with sarcasm.

“If you turn out to be a good employer . . . maybe I’ll consider staying as your secretary.”

Cerydra laughed softly. The sound was light and amused.

“Then I’ll make sure not to disappoint you.”

Hysilens didn’t roll her eyes this time but instead, she found herself caught staring at Cerydra’s expression, wondering just how much she’d underestimated her before.

After her night bath, Hysilens slipped into the bedroom with a towel draped over her shoulders then pulled out a small bag to start packing. She folded clothes with half-effort, tossing them into place than carefully arranging them. The act itself felt surreal. She’s preparing not for a trip but to step into a different world than hers.

Meanwhile, Cerydra remained in the living room. Her posture was relaxed on the couch with a phone in hand. From time to time, the glow of the screen reflected against her composed expression with her attention absorbed in messages and social media.

When Hysilens finally finished packing, she sighed and dropped the bag beside the bed. She didn’t bother lying down there but instead, drifted towards the kitchen. She reached for the half-emptied premium wine from yesterday’s grocery run and grabbed a bowl of assorted snacks from the cupboard then padded to the living room.

“Wine?”

She offered casually while lifting it slightly. Cerydra glanced up from the idle scrolling on her phone.

“Sure.”

Hysilens poured them each in a mug before settling into her usual corner of the couch while Cerydra stayed still on the opposite end. The television flickered with a random evening show neither of them really watching but its sound filled the room comfortably.

Hysilens’ phone buzzed nonstop. Her thumbs moved quickly with her face shifting between amusement and disbelief. Cerydra raised a brow.

“Busy evening?”

“Very.”

Hysilens muttered half-laughing as she typed.

“Sewan is in a mixer.”

Cerydra blinked.

“A mixer?”

“Yep. She’s sending pictures of her prospects to our group chat. Kafka and I are rating them.”

Hysilens shook her head and still smiling.

“Is Kafka not with her?”

“No, she said she’s drowning in weekend errands. And me?”

Hysilens stretched her legs out with a lazy sigh.

“I’m obviously not going. So Sewan went with her other friends.”

Hysilens’ phone buzzed again.

[WoT-Work Overtime Ladies]

[Se-wan]: [Image Attached]
The photo was obviously a sneaky sideways shot of a tall and lean woman with long purple hair. The lady was standing beside Sewan but her eyes were focused elsewhere. She wore a sleeveless top revealing her toned arms enough to be borderline intimidating.

[Kafka]: Oh, she’s gonna ruin you!
[Kafka]: I’m supportive btw
[Hysilens]: wow
[Hysilens]: WOW
[Hysilens]: Se-wan
[Hysilens]: She looks like she can toss you around.
[Sewan]: Isn’t she BEAUTIFUL??
[Sewan]: She talked to me once!!! That’s progress!!!

Before Hysilens could type more, another photo came in.

[Se-wan]: [Image Attached]
This one was a selfie of Se-wan sitting at a bar counter. Her cheeks were already flushed. She’s taking a shot glass from a very cute pink-haired woman with bright red eyes. The girl had a tiny  ponytail trailing down her back and was grinning confidently at the camera.

[Kafka]: HELLO?????
[Kafka]: Se-wan, you’re already cheating on the purple one.
[Hysilens]: You really do have a type.
[Hysilens]: Cute but chaotic OR tall and terrifying.
[Sewan]: Pink girl gave me a free shot so I think she likes me. <3
[Kafka]: She likes ur wallet.
[Se-wan]: She can take my credit card too.

Hysilens couldn’t help it. She laughed like the kind that accidentally escaped from the chest in a warm puff. Cerydra shifted slightly on her side of the couch, noticing how Hysilens kept stifling little laughs for quite a while now.

“What’s keeping you so entertained this time?”

She asked once more but this time, her tone was mildly curious. Hysilens glanced at her then tilted her phone towards Cerydra without hesitation.

“Oh . . . Sewan’s being silly again. Look.”

Cerydra leaned closer just enough to glance at the photo of the tall purple-haired woman with sculpted arms, standing beside Sewan.

“She looks strong.”

Cerydra commented.

“Right?”

Hysilens grinned, swiping to the next photo which was the pink-haired girl handing Se-wan a shot.

“And this one is cute. But she seems the wild one.”

Cerydra commented with her eyes lingering longer than she intended.

“I see why your friend is interested.”

Hysilens snorted then, without looking up from her typing, she lobbed a casual question.

“So . . . this your type too?”

Cerydra paused from taking a sip from her mug. Hysilens didn’t even notice her own slip as she kept typing and shooting another playful reply in the group chat that she’s barely aware she’d spoken aloud.

“Are you asking me personally?”

That finally made Hysilens glance up. Her eyes widened just a fraction as if she only then realized what she’d said. But she just shrugged lightly, feigning nonchalance with a small crooked smile.

“Mm. Just curious.”

Cerydra let the beat stretch and studied her for a second longer.

“I wouldn’t say she’s my type.”

She replied slowly.

“Actually . . . I don’t really have a type.”

Hysilens blinked in surprise at the seriousness in that answer.

“But . . . perhaps soon . . . I’ll discover one.”

The words were soft and indirect but they carried weight just enough to make Hysilens’ skip a beat then finally responded.

“Fine . . . keep your mystery.”

Cerydra hid her tiny smile behind her mug.

“So let me ask you as well. Between the two photos, which one is your type?”

The question made Hysilens pause from her typing. Her fingers hovered above the screen. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to Cerydra who was sitting there relaxed and not looking like the sharp and commanding CEO from this afternoon. And for some reasons, that made it easier for Hysilens to truthfully answer.

“The first one . . .”

She admitted. There’s a moment of pause before she continued.

“Probably. . . She looks like she could bench-press Se-wan.”

Cerydra’s eyebrow arched.

“And the second photo?”

Hysilens clicked her tongue.

“She looks like she’d ruin Se-wan’s credit score. I can admire chaos from a distance but I don’t date chaos.”

“So you prefer strong over chaotic?”

“Obviously.”

Hysilens replied, leaning back into the couch with new ease. Then, unable to resist, she added.

“Well, unless someone chaotic is good at hiding it.”

Cerydra’s eyes flicked towards her at that.

“And what do you think about me?”

The temperature in the room shifted. Hysilens swallowed as her mind flashed back to the entire week of being with Cerydra and to the way this lady kept effortlessly pulling her into unfamiliar paths. Then she gave a soft and helpless hum.

“I think you’re . . . dangerous.”

Cerydra blinked as if not expecting that answer. Hysilens held her stare for a second longer then smirked.

“But in a strangely organized way.”

The tension broke. Cerydra let out a breath that was almost a laugh.

“Is that a compliment?”

“Sort of.”

Hysilens said, returning to her phone with her cheeks warming more than she wanted to admit.

“You can take it however you want.”

Cerydra let her gaze follow Hysilens for a moment longer. A soft flush colored the edges of her ears before she lifted her mug again. Even with years of composed restraint to shape her every movement, something long-dormant whispered awake within her like a thrill she hadn’t allowed herself in ages. The excitement rose at the thought that tomorrow, she'll be returning to her own world dragging along this lady beside her.

Chapter Text

Monday morning came. The sunlight spilled across Hysilens’ small living room as she gave one last look around, double-checking everything. Windows were locked, stove was turned off and nothing left behind. Her bag sat by the door. It was packed with clothes for a week though the act of preparing for this still felt unreal. Cerydra was also ready, dressed as if she transformed back into her CEO skin overnight. She stood near the window with her phone in hand while waiting for the driver.

“Ready?”

She asked.

“Yes.”

Hysilens responded, giving a small nod.

It did not take long when the familiar black luxury car pulled up in front of the apartment building. The driver stepped out, greeting Cerydra politely before helping them carry their things into the trunk. Even Hysilens’ bag which looked small compared to Cerydra’s luggage was handled with the same care.

They both settled into the back seat. The hum of the car filled the silence as the city passed by the window. Hysilens stared outside with her arms folded loosely. Her lips were pressed together in thought but Cerydra noticed so she tilted her head slightly with her expression softening.

“You’re quiet.”

Hysilens lightly exhaled, realizing she hadn’t said a word since they left the house.

“Just enjoying the morning view.”

In truth, her thoughts tumbled over each other.

A good addition for my resume. Pick up a few tricks and call it training. Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea. No need to overthink it.

She repeated those ideas in her head. She clung to these small reassurances though none quite grounded her unease.

Breaking the stillness, Cerydra leaned back against the seat with her usual calm.

“I’ll have you briefed once we arrive.”

She said simply with a confident tone, leaving little room for doubt. Hysilens turned to glance at her.

Of course she’s back as the CEO. And me? I’m . . . about to become her secretary.

The rest of the ride stretched ahead, quiet but heavy with the anticipation of what awaited them at Cerydra’s world.

The car slowed to a stop in front of ScepterTech’s towering glass building. Its polished exterior reflected the morning sun, casting a shiny silver glow. Hysilens stepped out of the car and trailed behind Cerydra as she adjusted the strap of her bag nervously. The moment Cerydra’s heels touched the lobby floor, the atmosphere shifted. The lobby staffs who had been chatting quietly among themselves a moment ago, straightened instantly. One by one, their gazes sharpened with recognition and then in perfect unison, they bowed.

“Good morning, President!”

Their voices rang out crisply, carrying through the pristine space. The polished marble floors echoed with the subtle rhythm of Cerydra’s steps as she passed by without pause. Her expression was composed and her presence was commanding without effort. She gave only the smallest nod, acknowledging them with the kind of ease that came from years of such greetings.

Beside her, Hysilens followed a step slower. Her eyes darted between the staffs and Cerydra.

So this is what it means to be her. To walk in and the whole world bends like this.

The professional deference and the collective respect wrapped around Hysilens like an invisible cloak. She felt it pressing against her too though she knew it wasn’t directed at her. She bit her lip, realizing the day had only just begun and the weight of this world was already sinking in.

When they reached the private corner of the lobby, a private elevator awaited them. Unlike the others, this one bore no floor buttons but only a card reader and a simple panel. Cerydra swiped her card and the doors slid open smoothly.

“Come.”

Cerydra said lightly, stepping inside.

Hysilens followed. Her reflection was staring back at her from the polished interior walls of the elevator. As the doors closed, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The lift began its ascent swift and silent, carrying them to the very top floor.

The private elevator opened directly into a wide hallway. At the end, double glass doors slid aside, revealing Cerydra’s office. It was the only office on the top floor.

Hysilens followed behind her, stunned the moment she stepped in. It wasn’t an office in the way she knew them. The room was spacious enough to feel like an executive suite in a five-star hotel. Shiny furniture lined the space then polished wood and muted leather blended into a modern aesthetic. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline in breathtaking clarity. The view stretched endlessly beyond the horizon.

Cerydra moved naturally. She slipped behind her desk with the ease of routine, setting down her bag before glancing up at Hysilens.

“Sit here for now.”

Cerydra said, pointing to the chair across from her desk.

“Wait until my secretary’s assistant comes.”

Hysilens obeyed, lowering herself into the seat then her eyes started wandering. She traced the sharp lines of the furniture and the faint sheen of luxury in every detail. Compared to her director’s cramped and paper-cluttered office, this was a different universe. Even the silence carried weight. Speechless, she sat there gripping her knees lightly under the table. Across the desk, Cerydra who was on her laptop noticed. She leaned back, studying Hysilens with a soft frown. Almost casually, she rose from her chair and walked around the desk until she stood beside her.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.”

Cerydra spoke once more. Her voice tinged with concern.

“Are you not well?”

Before Hysilens could respond, Cerydra lowered a hand towards her forehead as if to check her temperature. Hysilens got startled and retreated slightly in her chair with her eyes widening.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Checking. You haven’t said a word since we got here.”

Cerydra’s lips curved faintly though her eyes held a trace of worry.

“I’m fine.”

Hysilens quickly said as she shook her head.

“Really. Just . . . taking it all in.”

Cerydra tilted her head but she let the matter drop with a soft hum. Before Hysilens could say more, a sharp ding echoed. The glass door then slid open to reveal a pink haired woman. Her low twin tails swayed as she walked and there were strands which seemed to loop upward into a perfect circle on each side kept in place with elegant golden hair chopsticks. The loops almost resembled stylized bunny ears but far from childish. They looked rather refined. The lady’s expression was composed and her height was nearly the same as the CEO.

She looks like she works with complex spreadsheets for fun.

Hysilens thought. The woman offered a courteous half-bow towards Cerydra.

“Good morning, President. I’ve come to collect Ms. Hysilens.”

Then she turned to Hysilens and spoke with her voice smooth and polite.

“Good morning. My name is Fu Xuan. I assist Secretary Stelle and will be guiding you through orientation today. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Hysilens stared for half a second too long before snapping back to life.

 “Ah—yes. Nice to meet you too.”

In her mind though, she continued judging.

She definitely alphabetizes her emails. Probably knows everyone’s schedule by memory.
Absolutely the smart type. Maybe too smart. And how does she even tie her hair perfectly?! I wonder if it will look good on me . . . it's really pretty.

Cerydra’s eyes flicked between them.

“She’ll be your assistant this week.”

Hysilens snapped back into reality once more. The words took a bit before sinking in.

“She’ll be my what?”

Her gaze darted between Cerydra and the pink haired woman as if unsure she heard things correctly.

“Please follow me, Ms. Hysilens.”

Fu Xuan said with a polite smile, motioning towards the private elevator. Cerydra who’s still behind her desk offered her with only an amused smile before returning her attention to the laptop in front of her.

Fu Xuan led the way with measured steps but not stiff. As soon as they exited the office, Hysilens’ shoulders instinctively tightened. Everything here looked expensive and meticulously organized. She felt like a child walking inside a museum where even breathing too loudly might get her scolded. Fu Xuan glanced back as she could easily read Hysilens’ tension.

“You don’t have to be so stiff.”

She said lightly. Her tone dropped from formal to gently casual.

“President Cerydra isn’t the type to micromanage her staff. And the rest of us… well, we act formal when she’s actually watching.”

Hysilens blinked. Fu Xuan’s words helped her ease but just a little.

 The elevator moved down one floor, opening into a wide corridor, leading into the main working space with row desks and glass dividers separating the directors’ offices.

“This level is where the support offices are.”

Fu Xuan explained as they walked.

“The finance department, sales department, there is the main conference room, secretariat and of course, your work space.”

Hysilens looked around, trying not to gape. Even this support office floor looked more polished than H&M’s upper management areas. As they continue, they passed a bright and modern pantry filled with gleaming coffee machines and stocked counters.

“Employees can take refreshments here anytime.”

Then, they went to lower floor where a large glass-paneled space opened into the cafeteria. Hysilens stopped short, analyzing the sight. There were stainless chafing dishes, colorful salads, barista-style coffee counter and even trays of desserts.

“This isn’t a cafeteria.”

Hysilens murmured under her breath.

“This is a five-star brunch spread . . .”

Fu Xuan chuckled softly before handing her a card together with a lanyard.

“This is your temporary ID. It has standard access to the office support floor, the cafeteria and uniquely, the CEO’s private elevator. Regular employees can’t access the CEO’s office.”

Hysilens stared at the access card before wearing the lanyard around her neck.

So this really is happening.

Finally, they returned to the office support floor. Fu Xuan stopped at a spacious workstation just beside the secretary’s desk. The surface was wide and spotless with dual monitors and neatly arranged supplies.

“And this is your desk, Ms. Hysilens. For this week, I’ll be assisting you.”

Hysilens blinked.

“ . . . Wait. So you are indeed my assistant?”

“Yes.”

Fu Xuan nodded.

“I’ll help coordinate tasks and guide you through procedures.”

“I wish I could take you with me to our office even after this week.”

Hysilens responded with her voice half joking and half serious. It earned Fu Xuan a chuckle before continuing. She placed a slim folder on her desk.

“Here are the basics. You’ll be handling the CEO’s schedule, prepare her agenda, arrange reports from departments, coordinate with directors and ensure everything she requests is executed smoothly. I’ll walk you through step by step.”

Hysilens nodded yet feeling overwhelmed already.

“There’s also this.”

Fu Xuan handed her a small handbook which was bound in dark leather.

“It contains protocols of what should and should not be done when working with the CEO, whether she’s in the office or assigning tasks outside the office.”

Curious, Hysilens opened it. Inside, tidy bullet points spelled out rules:

Do not delay urgent reports.
Always confirm before rescheduling.
Maintain discretion about CEO matters.
Anticipate and prioritize the CEO’s needs all times.
Always speak direct to the point when relaying matters to the CEO.
(list goes on)

Flipping through, Hysilens let out a faint sigh.

“It’s like a manual for handling royalty. Who made this? Her?”

Fu Xuan smiled knowingly.

“In a way, it is. The president made this handbook years ago. Specifically for the Executive Secretary position.”

Hysilens leaned back slightly, staring at the handbook.

One week of this . . . let’s hope I survive.

Shen placed the handbook back on her desk. Fu Xuan spoke with a reassuring voice.

“Take a few hours to read through the handbook and get comfortable with the system. Your desktop is already set with the CEO’s calendar and email for internal communication. Explore it at your own pace.”

Hysilens logged in. The dual monitors revealed a tidy interface. There were color-coded schedules, email inbox and folders labeled with each department’s name. She scrolled cautiously, half expecting alarms to go off if she clicked the wrong thing. After a brief tour of the files, Fu Xuan returned, holding a slim tablet.

“For your first task.”

 She said with a polite smile.

“Please remind the CEO of her schedule today. It’s a standard routine. Just a quick call through the desk phone.”

Hysilens glanced at the polished black phone beside her keyboard.

“You mean . . . call her? On her office?”

“Yes.”

Fu Xuan confirmed with an even voice as she continued.

“Whenever the President needs you, she’ll also contact you on this line. It rings directly to your desk. Today, there is a department check-in at ten, a finance review at one and a meeting with the legal team at three. Just let her know you’ve reviewed everything.”

Hysilens exhaled, half laughing.

“So my first job is . . . to make sure she knows her own schedule.”

Fu Xuan’s lips curved in a knowing smile.

“Think of it as a courtesy confirmation.”

Hysilens stared at the phone for a second then picked up the receiver and dialed the short extension written on the post-it. A soft click then Cerydra’s familiar voice came through professionally.

“Yes?”

Hysilens straightened instinctively.

“Uh . . . President? It’s Hysilens. I would like to remind of your meetings today. Department check-in at ten, finance review at one and legal team at three.”

There was a brief pause then there’s a gentle chuckle.

“Understood, Secretary Hysilens.”

Hysilens’ ears warmed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“But that’s what you are this week.”

Cerydra replied as amusement threaded her tone.

“Good job on your first assignment.”

Click.

Hysilens set the receiver down, muttering to herself.

“This is going to be a long week.”

Fu Xuan who was standing by her desk gave a small approving nod.

“Well done. That’s exactly how it’s done.”

Hysilens leaned back in her chair, staring at the handbook again.

First task complete. One week to go.

She spent the morning exploring the CEO’s digital ecosystem with her now assistant, leaning lightly over her shoulder.

“This folder. . .”

Fu Xuan said, tapping the screen.

“. . . contains last week’s financial summaries. President will review these today. You don’t need to edit anything but make sure the correct version is opened on the tablet before each meeting.”

Hysilens nodded as her fingers hovered above the keys.

“You all run on tablet and cloud documents. My department . . . we still email spreadsheets back and forth.”

Fu Xuan’s polite smile didn’t fade.

“Efficiency is critical here. But once you learn the rhythm, it’s straightforward.”

Every time she scrolled through a dashboard, another live update appeared. Market numbers flickering and departments sending instant status reports. It was a constant pulse of information, a far cry from the slower and paper-heavy pace at H&M.

Before she could dwell on it, Fu Xuan checked her watch.

“You’ll need to join the President’s meetings today. Your role is mainly to observe and make sure she has anything she needs. Documents, notes, reminders. If she gestures or asks, hand her the file or take quick minutes. Don’t interrupt unless she speaks to you first.”

“Like . . . a quiet shadow?”

Hysilens asked.

“Exactly. Discreet but attentive. She likes precision. If she asks for a detail, have it ready.”

Hysilens exhaled.

“Shadow mode. Got it.”

A chime sounded on her desk phone. It was the internal line. Fu Xuan glanced at it.

“That’s her signal. She’s on her way down. First meeting starts in five. Bring the tablet and notebook I set aside for you.”

They stepped out into the hallway just as the elevator doors slid open. Cerydra emerged with the composed presence then immediately met Hysilens' eyes.

“Ready?”

Hysilens straightened, clutching the tablet.

“Yes, President.”

A faint smile flickered at the title.

“Good. Let's proceed.”

Hysilens trailed a step behind as the three of them walked through the corridor heading to the conference room. She couldn’t help but to compare this polished and high-pressure environment to the casual mood of her own department back at H&M.

Reaching the conference room's glass door, Fu Xuan whispered one last tip before leaving Hysilens.

“Sit to the President’s left. If she needs something, she’ll nudge her tablet towards you. Keep a pen handy.”

"Got it."

Hysilens' heart was beating faster than she expected.

One day as her secretary and I’m already sweating.

The conference room felt like an aquarium of glass and chrome with a sweeping view of the city glittering below. Senior directors were already seated, murmuring over tablets and slim binders. Their quiet chatter hushed the moment Cerydra stepped inside.

“Good morning.”

Cerydra said with voice even.

“Let’s begin.”

Everyone straightened. Hysilens followed a step behind, clutching Cerydra’s tablet and a sleek notepad. She eased into the chair at the President’s left as Fu Xuan had instructed.

The business development lead launched into quarterly progress. Charts bloomed on the wall screen. Hysilens tried to keep her breathing steady.

This isn’t a meeting.

She thought.

It’s a live broadcast of decisions that move entire markets!

Cerydra listened without interrupting. Her attention was absolute. When she finally spoke, it was quick with precise questions.

“Operating margin trend in Q3, did we factor in the delayed overseas shipment?”
“Yes, President.”
“And the renegotiated supplier contract. Effective date?”
“October first.”

Hysilens’ pen flew across the page. She wasn’t even sure if she was taking notes for Cerydra or for herself. The rhythm of the conversation compelled her to keep up.

Half an hour in, Cerydra slid the tablet slightly towards her without looking. Hysilens caught the cue and tapped the next presentation open. Her heart gave a nervous jump when the screen on the wall mirrored her action perfectly.

No one else in the room looked her way but Cerydra gave the smallest nod, barely there but enough to settle Hysilens’ pulse.

The meeting rolled on. Logistics, marketing projections and a delicate discussion about a pending acquisition. Hysilens watched Cerydra guide each topic with authority, redirecting when needed, letting silence stretch just long enough for someone to rethink a weak argument. It was a different Cerydra than the one who teased her over choice of movies.

An hour later, Cerydra closed her tablet.

“Thank you. Department leads. I expect updated action plans by tomorrow noon. Meeting adjourned.”

Chairs scraped softly as directors filed out. Hysilens realized she hadn’t spoken a single word and yet she was exhausted. When the last person left, Cerydra turned to her. The sharp edges of command eased a little.

“How was your first meeting, Secretary Hysilens?”

Hysilens blinked.

“Intense. . . Like watching a . . . well, a very expensive chess match.”

A quiet laugh escaped Cerydra.

“That’s one way to put it. You kept up.”

“I mostly tried not to drop your tablet.”

“You did fine.”

Cerydra’s gaze softened. There’s a glint of amusement breaking through the CEO mask.

“Ready for round two after lunch?”

Hysilens set the notepad down with a reluctant smile tugging her mouth.

“Do I get hazard pay?”

“You get coffee.”

Cerydra replied as she’s already standing.

“Come on. You’ve earned it.”

Both stride to the private elevator, returning to the top floor CEO office. On the other end of her office, there was a private lounge in warm wood panels and muted lights softened the space like a calm pocket high above the city. Hysilens stepped in behind Cerydra and let the door click shut.

“Sit.”

Cerydra said lightly, already moving towards the built-in coffee station.

“I promised coffee.”

Hysilens dropped onto a low armchair as she stretched her shoulders.

“I thought ‘intense’ was just an exaggeration. Turns out, it’s a lifestyle.”

Cerydra’s quiet laugh carried across the room. She worked the machine with ease. The sound of the coffee beans grinding filled the pause.

“You kept pace better than some seasoned staff. I watched you taking notes like you’d been here for years.”

“I was trying not to look lost.”

Hysilens admitted.

“Also, your directors talk in acronyms I didn’t know existed.”

“That’s half the job. Decoding acronyms and making sure people follow through.”

Ceydra set a mug in front of her.      

“Here. No sugar, right?”

Hysilens blinked.

“You remembered.”

“You drink it like I do.”

Cerydra said simply, sliding into the chair across from her. For a moment the CEO mask eased. She leaned back with her legs crossed. The faintest trace of a grin touched her lips.

“So, first impression? Different from your office?”

“Different universe.”

Cerydra replied.

“Back at H&M, we argue about printer budgets. Here, you’re discussing acquisitions with nation’s top businesses.”

Cerydra tilted her head, studying her.

“And does that universe interest you?”

Hysilens traced the rim of her cup.

“It’s fascinating, I’ll admit. I don’t know. I cannot fully judge on my first day, you know.”

Cerydra took a slow sip as her eyes still on her.

“You handle pressure well. I wasn’t sure if you’d freeze.”

Hysilens raised a brow.

“Is that a compliment, President?”

“Observation.”

Cerydra countered but the faint smile gave her away.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. The city stretched wide beneath the glass wall. The midday light painted the buildings in soft gold. Hysilens let herself breathe the blend of coffee warmth and the peace of the room. Eventually, Cerydra set her cup down.

“We’ve got another meeting after lunch. Shorter . . . but heavier with numbers. If it gets too dense, just signal me.”

Hysilens gave a small salute with her mug.

“I’ll try not to embarrass the temporary secretary title.”

“You won’t.”

Cerydra said, with almost gentle voice.

“I trust you.”

Something in the simple phrase tugged Hysilens. It was unexpected and a little disarming. She took another sip of coffee to hide the heat rising to her face.

By the time the last afternoon meeting wrapped, Hysilens’ notepad was a patchwork of scribbles and shorthand. She followed Cerydra out of the conference room, keeping her pace brisk despite the quiet throb behind her eyes. When they reached before the private elevator going up to the CEO’s office, Cerydra turned to her with the faintest of smiles.

“Good work today. Go back to your desk and catch your breath. I’ll call if I need you.”

Hysilens nodded.

“Yes, President.”

Then she slipped away, returning to her work station while Cerydra entered the private elevator, going to her office at the top floor.

Hysilens reached her spacious workstation and sank into the chair, letting out a breath. From beside her, Fu Xuan peeked over. There was a friendly smile on her face.

“How’s the first day so far? You look . . . remarkably calm for someone who survived three high-level meetings.”

Hysilens gave a small laugh as she rubbed at the tension in her neck.

“Calm is a facade. Inside? I’m a little drained.”

“That’s normal.”

Fu Xuan assured her. She was about to return to her task but then she paused. Her voice shifted into a tone that felt almost like someone dropping harmless office gossip.

“But the President seemed less sharp today.”

Still half-fried from the meetings, Hysilens responded.

“Less sharp?”

“Mhm.”

Fu Xuan shrugged lightly.

“Not in a dramatic way. Just . . . softer around the edges, I suppose.”

Hysilens frowned slightly.

“Really? She didn’t seem that different to me.”

“Oh, well . . .”

Fu Xuan waved a hand as if brushing away the significance.

“It’s small things. Her voice wasn’t as cutting. Her expressions were calmer instead of calm-sharp. She moved with less tension. It’s nothing big . . . just something you notice when you work under her every day.”

She leaned in just a bit, lowering her voice as though chatting over coffee rather than reporting something serious.

“Maybe her recent vacation leave finally did something good for her. Or perhaps the air is good at H&M?”

She added, letting out a small chuckle. Hysilens froze as she remembered last week when Cerydra was sitting beside her back at H&M office, eating with her at their packed cafeteria, taking the subway and going through the same tiny normal routines. It all felt like it had happened ages ago but also just yesterday.

Today’s setting was glass walls, high-level meetings and formal greetings. It felt like a complete shift of worlds. Fu Xuan who was unaware of the small storm passing over Hysilens' expression went on lightly.

“Either way, a calmer President makes everyone breathe easier. Myself included.”

She clasped her hands as she added.

“Honestly, perhaps I should take a vacation too.”

Hysilens let out a small laugh, still a little dazed.

“If you do, please bring me with you.”

Fu Xuan smiled, gently and reassuringly.

“Still . . . you handled yourself well. I’ll help you keep things on track.”

“Thank you.”

Hysilens said though the compliment only sharpened the odd mix of feelings in her chest. The polished rhythm of this office was nothing like the laid-back buzz of her own department. Part of her longed for the easy chatter of her team and the familiar comfort of a place where nobody watched the clock so closely. Yet here she was, alert and challenged.

Her desk phone stayed silent but her personal phone buzzed against the wood. A cluster of messages lit up the screen.

[WoT-Work Overtime Team]
[Kafka]: Heard the rumor. Are you really training at ScepterTech?? You did not even give us heads-up???
[Se-wan]: “Training” with Ms. Cerydra? You keep surprising us, Hysilens.
[Kafka]: Is this like a secret project or are you just living our dream? Spill! You still owe us. Bring her with you soon!

Hysilens bit back a grin and typed a quick reply.

[Me]: Temporary assignment. Long story. Yes, it’s intense.

Almost instantly, she received responses.

[Se-wan]: LOL give it a week. Make us proud. Goodluck! And don’t forget to recommend us ‘kay???
[Kafka]: Take pics of your office!!

She locked the phone before the thread could spiral further and set it face down. Beside her, Fu Xuan gave her a knowing look.

“Friends?”

Hysilens shrugged. A small and private smile tugged her lips.

“They’re just curious.”

“Who wouldn’t be?”

Fu Xuan teased then lowered her voice with a conspiratorial grin.

“But for the record, you really did great today.”

“Thanks.”

Hysilens said again but softer this time. Her gaze drifted towards the private elevator that led back to Cerydra’s office. Despite the mental fatigue, an unexpected steadiness settled over her.

***

The employees began wrapping up as the time ticked by the end-shift. Hysilens shut down the programs on her monitor, stacked the notes she’d taken during the meetings and slipped them neatly into a folder. Her body felt heavy but satisfied kind of fatigue.

She reached for her bag when the desk phone lit up with a ring. It was from the CEO's office. For a beat, she simply stared but then surprised at the small leap her heart gave. She lifted the receiver.

“Yes, this is Hysilens.”

Cerydra’s low and even voice came through.

“Let’s go now.”

“Ah—yes, of course. I’ll be right up.”

Then the line clicked off.

Hysilens exhaled, slipping the receiver back into its cradle. Around her, the last few employees were saying their goodbyes as the floor started to feel empty. She slung her bag over her shoulder. She walked towards the CEO’s private elevator then tapped her temporary ID badge against the reader, granting her access. The doors slid open with a hush. When it parted onto the top floor, Cerydra was already waiting by the office's glass door with her coat resting over her left arm. The skyline behind her washed in deep twilight blues.

“Ready to call it a day?”

“I'm honestly a bit sleepy now.”

Cerydra gestured towards the elevator again. This time, it would take them directly down to the private parking space at the basement.

“Then let’s go home.”

Chapter Text

The dining table was already set when they stepped into the penthouse. Cerydra took off her blazer. Her posture was easing into something less formal compared to the composed CEO Hysilens had watched all day. She looked more like the woman who had spent lazy nights on Hysilens’ apartment.

The house helpers had prepared a full dinner with fragrant baked fish, buttered vegetables and a light soup that smelled comforting after such a long day.

“Sit.”

Cerydra said, motioning to a chair while one of the staff brought out a pair of steaming dishes.

“This is wonderful . . .”

Hysilens murmured while almost melting into her chair. Cerydra gave a light hum of acknowledgment as she reached for a serving bowl. While both quietly shared the meal, Hysilens' gaze shifted towards the far side of the kitchen where an elegant wine rack stood like a curated gallery. The bottles looked expensive even from a distance, shimmering under the warm lights. Her eyes sparkled with an unfiltered excitement.

“Wow . . . those look like they’d pair REALLY well with this fish.”

She said with a playful grin.

“One of them is calling me . . .”

Cerydra’s fork paused for a fraction of a second. She turned her head towards the rack then back to Hysilens. Her expression shifted into something amused but resigned. After a subtle exhale, she gave a small and composed smile.

“We can have a glass each.”

She said with an even tone.

“Just return the bottle afterwards. They’re . . . display pieces.”

The undertone of protectiveness flew completely past Hysilens.

“Of course!”

She said eagerly.

“One glass is perfect.”

She got up almost immediately, scanning the rack as if she were picking a treasure. Her fingers hovered thoughtfully before she chose a deep red with an old parchment-like label.

“This one! It looks friendly.”

She said proudly.

Cerydra glanced at the bottle, gave a small nod and pressed a small button near the dining table. One of her house helpers appeared from the hall.

“Prepare this.”

Cerydra instructed. The helper accepted the bottle with both hands, bowing slightly before stepping away to chill and open it properly. Hysilens returned to her seat and seemed to be glowing with anticipation. Cerydra watched her silently yet, it was an oddly pleasant sight. As the soft clink of glassware sounded from the kitchen, the evening settled between them in peace.

 “You know . . .”

Hysilens started, spearing a piece of fish.

“I think half the conference room today was more nervous of you than of the actual numbers. You barely even raised your voice.”

“Control the room without shouting.”

Cerydra replied with a faint grin.

 “Oh . . . intimidating without trying.”

Hysilens responded with a smirk then continued.

“Can’t decide if it’s impressive or terrifying.”

“Hopefully both.”

Cerydra simply said but her tone was unserious. Then, they shared a quiet laugh that softened the edges of the day.

After the dinner, Cerydra led Hysilens through the main hallway. The soft lights casted a warm glow over the polished marble floors.

“Come. You should know where everything is. I don’t want you getting lost in the middle of the night.”

They passed a wooden door on the left side of the main hallway.

“My private study . . .”

Cerydra said with a simple gesture but she did not bother to open it. A few steps later, another door on the opposite wall caught Hysilens’ attention. Cerydra opened it without ceremony.

“This is the main bathroom.”

Hysilens stepped in and froze.

This is not a bathroom . . .

The air smelled of something floral like a perfume that costed fortune. Her eyes hovered over the soft white tiles, the deep tub large enough to be a small jacuzzi, the glass walls encasing a luxurious rainfall shower, the vanity space with selection of skin products and the one thing from a corner that caught her attention.

Was that a couch? An actual couch? In a bathroom?

She hadn’t realized her mouth had fallen open until Cerydra turned to her.

“The shampoo and soap are in here.”

Cerydra said, opening a small drawer.

“Extra towels in the bottom drawer. And if you use the tub . . .”

She pointed to a small control panel

“That’s the temperature and jet settings. Just keep it under forty-two degrees.”

Hysilens nodded slowly as she was still taking everything in. She shut her mouth a moment too late.

“Come.”

Cerydra said lightly, stepping back into the hallway.

“The living room is this way.”

The living room welcomed them after a few steps through the hallway. Hysilens eyes began to wander once more.

Why is this living room bigger than my entire apartment?

The L-shaped velvet couch looked soft enough to swallow someone whole. A low walnut table sat perfectly centered. Her gaze jumped to the massive smart TV mounted on the wall.

“That TV is huge . . .”

She muttered without thinking. Cerydra paused beside.

“You can use it whenever you want.”

Then almost teasing, she added.

“But I’m afraid I don’t own any of those dramatic love-hate DVDs you enjoy.”

Hysilens scoffed as her shoulders rose defensively.

“I told you I did not buy those.”

“Of course.”

Cerydra replied smoothly but clearly unconvinced. Hysilens rolled her eyes then continued to wander. She stepped closer to the vinyl player not far from them and crouched a little to inspect it.

“This is really nice. I’ve always wanted one of these, you know.”

She admitted.

“But the vintage design ones? Way too expensive for my wallet.”

Cerydra stepped beside her with hands resting lightly behind her back.

“This one is modern, yes. Listening to music helps me unwind.”

There was honesty on the way she said it that made Hysilens turn her gaze to Cerydra. Her eyes softened just a bit before shifting her attention to the wall shelve of vinyl records.

Hmmm . . . classical, some jazz and . . . pop albums?

A smirk tugged her lips but said nothing. Hysilens innocently clasped her hands behind her back. As they moved around, Hysilens' eyes widened at the grand piano situated near the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, looking almost too pristine to touch.

Of course there’s a grand piano.

She thought dryly.

Rich people’s living rooms come with these the same way normal apartments come with fire extinguishers. Mandatory!

She lingered on it a second longer and was tempted to touch but she held back, thinking she might leave a scratch on the shiny surface.

. . . She can play?

Before she could embarrass herself by asking, she heard the soft click of a panel sliding open. Cerydra was already standing by the glass wall, pressing a hidden control on the side. The massive panes slid almost silently, letting the cool night air drift in.

“Come. Here’s the terrace.”

She said.

The terrace revealed itself surprisingly cozy. The city lights stretched endlessly beyond, glittering like scattered gold. There was a set of low outdoor couches arranged around a circular coffee table. The cushions were inviting. But what caught Hysilens most was the gleaming white telescope properly set by the edge of the terrace. It was beautifully crafted unlike the cheap plastic-made she used to see sold in malls. She stepped towards it instinctively.

“You have a telescope?”

She asked with her tone colored in surprise. Cerydra walked beside her on quiet steps over the smooth stone flooring.

“I enjoy the night sky.”

She said simply.

“On clear evenings, the view from here is worthwhile.”

Hysilens ran a finger lightly along the telescope’s smooth barrel.

Worthwhile, she says . . .

 Hysilens thought as her lips twitched.

Of course, her hobby involves staring at constellations instead of doom-scrolling like most of us.

They lingered on the terrace a moment longer with the cool breeze brushing past them. Then Cerydra stepped back towards the glass doors.

“Come. There’s one last room.”

They returned inside. The temperature shifted back into the gentle warmth of the penthouse. Hysilens took it all in once again. She was unable to shake the feeling that this place was both too elegant and too quiet for one person. They reached the shorter hallway on the other corner of the penthouse where a set of wooden double doors awaited. Cerydra pressed a discreet panel beside them. The doors slid open with a soft mechanical hiss.

“Your luggage were delivered earlier.”

She said, stepping aside so Hysilens could enter first. Hysilens took one step in then stopped.

“This is . . .”

Hysilens’ voice trailed off.

“Beautiful doesn’t even start to cover it.”

Cerydra smiled faintly.

“I’m glad you like it.”

But as Hysilens moved further inside, she noticed something. There was only this bedroom. No other doors branching off toward another sleeping space. Her brow furrowed.

“Wait.”

She said, turning back.

“Where’s your room?”

Cerydra leaned casually against the doorframe.

“You’re standing in it.”

Hysilens stared at her.

“This is your room?”

“Mm.”

Cerydra’s eyes held a quiet amusement.

“You’ve been here before, remember?”

A flicker of memory slipped in. The dim lighting, the smell of wine and Cerydra’s steady arm guiding her across this very threshold. Hysilens felt the heat climb her neck.

“That night . . . you were half asleep before you even hit the pillows.”

Cerydra added with a touch of teasing in her voice.

The recollection landed fully. The embarrassment was sharp enough to make Hysilens avert her eyes.

“Great, exactly the memory I needed tonight.”

She then gestured vaguely at the bed.

“We’re both sleeping here?”

“It’s only me living here. The guest rooms are on the lower floors. I didn’t have them prepared.”

She turned her head towards the hallway. Then she shifted her gaze directly to Hysilens.

“This room is big enough for both of us, don’t you think? Why would I make you stay on a separate floor?”

Hysilens felt her brain short-circuit just a little.

“Oh.”

She managed. Her eyes scanned the enormous bed. It was far too big for one person but suddenly not nearly big enough for two.

 “I can sleep on the couch.”

She blurted then added.

“I mean . . . your home has like couple of couches. The one in the living room looks super comfortable. I can take that. Even the one in the bathroom looked soft.”

Cerydra’s expression didn’t budge.

 “So is the bed. It’s big enough for two adults. Why insist being on separate space?”

Hysilens crossed her arms and grasping for a reason.

“Because . . . because it’s your room.”

Cerydra tilted her head. A slow smile curled at the edge of her mouth.

“Unless you have sleeping habits you’re worried about. Do you talk in your sleep? Kick?”

“I—no!”

 Hysilens’ ears burned hotter.

“Then it’s settled. You’ll sleep here. End of discussion.”

Hysilens exhaled in defeat.

“Fine. Maybe a beautiful room like this is worth a week’s stay.”

But as she set her luggage near the wardrobe, Cerydra spoke.

“Your ears are red.”

Cerydra teased lightly.

“Are you sure you’re not nervous?”

But Hysilens tried to sound nonchalant.

“It’s just . . . warm in here.”

Cerydra’s soft laugh followed her as she turned away.

***

After settling into the bedroom, Hysilens helped herself to the bath. The warm water and floral-scented steam loosened the last of the day’s stiffness from her shoulders. When she finally stepped out in fresh clothes, the penthouse had grown quieter. The hallway lights had dimmed to a soft amber, guiding her towards the living room. She padded lightly as to return into the bedroom only to pause a few steps before reaching the living room. There was a voice. It was Cerydra.

“I’m back. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Hysilens stood still and instinctively stayed silent. There was another faint voice through a phone speaker. It sounded sharp and clipped even from a distance but Ceryda did not flinch.

“It was a short vacation.”

There was no hint of irritation and no further explanation.

“I’m back now. That is all.”

There was a pause. The voice on the other line rose. It was muffled but unmistakably scolding.

“I didn’t feel the need to make a press statement about going to that company.”

A sharper reply crackled through the phone speaker. Hysilens couldn’t catch the exact words but she could hint of the frustration however, Cerydra still seemed to be unaffected.

“I see . . . I’ll handle it.”

Her tone was flat. The next words came stern and uninterrupted.

“Yes, I heard you’re returning next month.”

Silence stretched between them for a few seconds. Then the voice from the phone rose not in anger this time but in cold insistence.

“Very well. I’ll do what needs to be done.”

Cerydra said finally. She let the silence settle before speaking again.

“Good night, mother.”

She murmured and ended the call. She didn’t move immediately and just stood there with one hand slipping down her arm. Her gaze was fixed somewhere on the far wall.

Hysilens stayed where she was in the hallway. She wasn’t supposed to hear any of it and she knew Cerydra wouldn’t want her too, so she waited until she finally heard soft footsteps retreating towards the bedroom. A moment later, the penthouse returned to its hush. Only then did Hysilens inch forward. She peeked around the corner but Cerydra was gone. The living room was empty so she walked in and let herself drop onto the couch with a slow and shaky breath.

“She sounded so calm . . . too calm.”

Hysilens murmured to no one, rubbing her thumbs over her palms.

“Just like someone who stopped trying . . .”

She leaned back against the couch, staring at the perfectly serene expanse of the living room. Her heart softened. Then the next realization hit her.

Oh right. I’m sleeping with her.

Her mood suddenly shifted.

It’s just a bed.

She thought.

Two people. Big mattress. No big deal.

But her thoughts betrayed her. She pictured herself next to Cerydra. Her impossibly calm presence, the scent of her hair and the warmth under the comforter. Hysilens pressed a palm to her forehead.

“This is ridiculous.”

She muttered under her breath. Then, another thought sneaked in and made her snort softly.

Imagine telling Se-wan and Kafka ‘Yeah, I crashed in Cerydra’s bed.’

Their stunned faces played out in her mind with the teasing that would never end.

“Bad idea.”

She whispered, shaking her head.

“They’d never shut up.”

With a deep breath, Hysilens pushed herself off the couch.

Stop thinking. Just go.

She padded down the shorter hallway as determination stiffened her shoulders. At the bedroom door, she hesitated only a second then pressed the control panel and stepped inside. She’s been willing her mind to calm before it could spin again.

The bedroom was awash in silver light from the city beyond the glass wall. The towers glittered like a sea of distant stars. The hush was almost hypnotic and soft enough to make Hysilens’ eyelids heavy.

Cerydra was sitting against a pile of pillows. Her hair was loose now and her phone was glowing in her hand. She noticed Hysilens by the door.

“If you’d rather have it dark, the remote’s there. Curtains will close with one tap.”

Hysilens shook her head.

“No need. The view’s calming, actually.”

She let the skyline hold her for a breath then slipped under the comforter carefully.

The bed was generous but her thoughts refused to settle. Sharing a mattress wasn’t foreign. She’d fallen asleep beside friends plenty of times but this was different. Cerydra wasn’t exactly a friend. She’s just a former junior or an acquaintance or perhaps a business partner of her employer. Her mind looped on the question until she realized she was hugging the very edge of the mattress.

“You can move closer.”

Cerydra said as she noticed Hysilens’ distance then continued.

“I don’t bite. This bed’s meant for two or three people.”

Hysilens gave a short laugh.

“I’m fine. Just . . . giving space.”

“There’s space to spare.”

Cerydra replied, shifting only slightly.

“And I don’t take up much space.”

That earned a soft chuckle from Hysilens. She scooted a little towards the center carefully but less stiff.

“You’re right.”

She admitted, glancing at Cerydra’s small frame.

“You really don’t take up much space.”

The night settled in around them. The mattress dipped lightly whenever Hysilens shifted a bit. Every muscle taut with awareness. Sleep came in thin and uneven. Each time she woke, she found herself listening to Cerydra’s even breathing. The hush of the city pressed against the windows.

When she rolled to Cerydra’s side of the bed, her gaze landed on the other woman’s face. It’s still as a painting. The moonlight traced the fine edges of her face, the soft curve of her cheek and the subtle rise and fall of her chest.

What does she even use on her skin?

The thought let a small smile out of Hysilens. For a beat, her hand almost lifted for an urge to poke Cerydra’s cheek just to see if that perfect stillness would ripple. She caught herself halfway. Her fingers curled tight against the sheet, retreating before she could do something ridiculous.

Stop it. Just . . . stop.

She rolled away, turning her back to the quiet figure beside her. She pressed her palm flat to her chest as if she could steady the sudden and uneven thud of her own heart.

From her side of the bed, Cerydra had felt every subtle shift she made. The mattress dip, the hover of fingers and the soft rustle of covers. With her eyes closed, she remained perfectly still. The rhythm of her own breath was carefully measured even as her pulse betrayed her, quickening with the awareness of Hysilens so near.

Only when she sensed the distance widen, when Hysilens turned to the other side and the air cooled between them, did Cerydra let her lashes lift. The moonlight caught the faint gleam in her eyes with her heart beating a little faster than usual.

Chapter Text

The city was just beginning to bustle outside the tinted windows of Cerydra’s black service car. Hysilens was seated beside the CEO at the back, feeling a different kind of steadiness today. Yesterday’s nerves had cooled into a careful awareness. She’d already mapped the routine in her head such as the meetings, schedules and reminders. She had also anticipated Cerydra’s rhythm now.

The car eased to a stop at the front entrance of Sceptertech’s building then the driver stepped out to open Cerydra’s door first then circle around to Hysilens’ door side. The instant she set foot on the polished marble of the lobby, the atmosphere shifted. A wave of bows and crisp greetings rippled through the space.

“Good morning, President.”

The greeting came in practiced chorus. Cerydra acknowledged them with a small nod yet her pace was unbroken. Hysilens followed half a step behind. They entered the private elevator then the doors slid shut with a smooth hiss. By the time they reached the CEO’s office floor, Cerydra’s expression had fully settled into that calm and commanding presence.

“See you later.”

Cerydra said lightly, glancing at Hysilens before striding through the private corridor going to her office. Hysilens made her way down one level to the support office floor. Her assistant was already waiting by the large in the airy workspace.

“Good morning, Ms. Hysilens.”

She greeted with a bright smile.

“Ready for day two?”

“As ready as I can be.”

Hysilens replied, returning the smile. Her voice stayed steady.

“I’ve organized today’s schedule on your desk.”

Fu Xuan continued.

“President has back-to-back reviews until noon but I’ll brief you before the first meeting.”

Hysilens nodded and slipped into her seat. This was her second day but the environment felt less like stepping into another world and more like a challenge she could meet one measured breath at a time.

The morning had begun with a single meeting. It was smooth, short and far less intimidating than yesterday’s marathon sessions. When it wrapped, Cerydra stepped out of the conference room, walking towads the private elevator with a phone in hand. Hysilens followed a step from behind.

Before Hysilens could ask about the next agenda, Cerydra was gone through the private elevator. The doors closed with a soft hush, leaving behind a faint trace of her perfume.

There was also a noticeable shift in the room’s energy. Almost instantly, the floor relaxed. Conversations at nearby desks carried a lighter note and laughter rose softly from the sales department corner. Without the CEO’s presence in the floor, the air seemed to exhale. Hysilens returned to her desk.

Fu Xuan leaned back in her chair and smiled.

“Feels different when she’s out, doesn’t it?”

She said, wheeling her chair closer. Hysilens allowed herself a small grin.

“I noticed. It’s not like she’s scary, but . . . are they afraid of the President?”

“Well, yes . . .”

Fu Xuan tilted her head thoughtfully then added.

 “But compared to when I was freshly hired, she'd become a softer version of herself.”

That piqued Hysilens’ interest.

“Oh? What was she like before?”

Fu Xuan exhaled softly as if remembering something equal parts traumatic and mildly funny.

“Demanding. Very demanding. Stricter, too. She’d ask for revisions before you could catch a breath. And she had this way of looking at you that made you rethink your entire career path.”

Hysilens furrowed her brows absorbing that. Her mind drifted not to the CEO image everyone else was seeing but to Cerydra in dim lighting with loosened hair, telling her to move closer on the bed.

Right . . . softer . . .

She continued to listen.

“Even so . . . everyone gives a hundred percent every day. Because when she does give praises, it feels like winning a medal.”

Her assistant gave a small and almost sheepish smile.

“Her approval means something. She notices everything even when it looks like she doesn’t.”

Hysilens leaned back, letting the thought sink in. Around them, staff moved with silent determination as if making sure nothing could be faulted. The atmosphere wasn’t really frantic afterall. It’s just careful and precise.

She imagined Cerydra in her tailored suit with a calm and unreadable expression. Although there’s usually a subtle current of tension whenever she walked through the floor, Hysilens understood the pull. She remembered each time Cerydra had given her a small nod of approval even outside the office and the way she’d praise her when she do things smoothly. Reluctantly, she felt a small flicker of pride. She’d never admit it aloud but every acknowledgment from Cerydra had landed somewhere deep within her.

“I get it.”

Hysilens murmured finally but it was more to herself than to Fu Xuan then her assistant smiled knowingly.

As the two continued to speak about the office scenarios while finishing a task together, the internal line on Hysilens’ desk rang. It was from the CEO’s Office.

“Hello, President?”

“Come.”

Cerydra’s voice came from the line evenly before she added.

“And bring your things.”

Before Hysilens could ask, the call was cut short. She slowly set the receiver down.

“She told me to bring my things.”

Hysilens lightly said as she faced Fu Xuan.

“Oh, then she wants you for the day.”

Fu Xuan scooted her chair back a little. Hysilens stood, smoothing her skirt.

“I’ll get going. I’ll finish the report later.”

“I’ll cover this part. Just message me if she gives you extra duties.”

Fu Xuan said, already turning back to the monitor. She took her bag and stride to the elevator. A few minutes later, Hysilens stepped in at Cerydra’s office.

“You need me for something, President?”

She asked with her tone brisk but curious.

“I have a meeting. You need to come with me.”

Cerydra responded as she rose from behind her desk. Hysilens frowned and scrolled through the shared calendar.

“Is there a meeting I missed? Nothing’s scheduled.”

“No need to worry about the calendar.”

Cerydra picked up her bag and with it, there was a small bouquet of yellow roses resting neatly on the corner of her desk. She lifted it and extended it towards Hysilens.

“Hold this.”

Hysilens eyes widened.

“For . . . me?”

Cerydra paused only half a second but could not help but let out a little smirk.

“Hold them for me. Don’t let the petals fly off.”

“Oh.”

Hysilens snapped then instinctively accepted the bouquet carefully as if she were holding something unexpectedly delicate.

“Right . . . I can do that.”

Cerydra simply nodded.

 “We have to reach Elysiae Hotel in an hour. We’re leaving now.”

Hysilens’s head jerked up.

“Elysiae Hotel? The one in Aedes Island? That’s a four-hour drive—”

“Follow me.”

Cerydra was already striding towards the office doors before Hysilens could even finish speaking. Hysilens tightened her grip on the bouquet and hurried after her. They passed the quiet corridor, moving into a final stairwell beside the elevator.

The rooftop door swung open.

Wind rushed immediately, tugging Hysilens’s hair and threatening the fragile yellow petals of the roses she’d been holding. She instinctively shielded the bouquet against her chest.

Gleaming under the midday sun, a private helicopter was waiting. Hysilens stopped short as her eyes widened.

“Ha . . .”

Cerydra glanced back at her. There was slight curve at the corner of her mouth and finally said.

“I never said anything about driving.”

The rotor blades began to turn. The low thrum of the engines filled the air as Cerydra strode towards the helicopter with the easy confidence of someone boarding a taxi while Hysilens still a step behind, caught between awe and disbelief. Both of them buckled in as the pilot checked if everything was all good.

When the helicopter lifted, the building shrank away. Roads unraveled like silver threads and the rivers were catching the sunlight like scattered coins. Hysilens pressed a palm to the window as the sheer sweep of the view made her quiet.

Cerydra noticed and decided to break the silence.

“Convenient, isn’t it?”

She said with her voice smooth over the engine’s hum. Hysilens tore her gaze from the horizon just long enough to smirk.

“Should I apologize for making you suffer through rush-hour subway last week?”

“I seem to recall you enjoying every second of my suffering. So it’s fine.”

A quick and soft laugh escaped Hysilens.

“Maybe a little.”

Cerydra’s smiled as she settled back in her seat.

Silence stretched and broken only by the steady chop of the helicopter blades. Hysilens let herself lean towards the window again. The coastline slid beneath them like a painted scroll and clouds drifted close enough to touch.

After a moment, Cerydra’s voice came in lightly.

“Do you like it?”

The question hung. Hysilens turned, caught off guard by the warmth in Cerydra’s gaze. It was nothing of the usual cool precision but just calm and something almost fond. Her usual sarcasm faltered.

“It’s . . . not bad.”

She said finally. The words were deliberately flat. Cerydra’s smile deepened by a fraction, enough to feel rather than see.

“I’ll take that as high praise.”

Hysilens turned back to the window quickly but her pulse beat a little faster as the endless blue sky reflected in her eyes.

It took them only almost an hour to arrive at their destination. The helicopter settled onto the rooftop pad of the hotel with a soft hydraulic click. The warm island air swept in as the door slid open, carrying the scent of the sea.

An attendant in a tailored white uniform stepped forward the moment they set foot on the deck.

“Welcome to Elysiae, Ms. Cerydra.”

He said with a practiced bow then offered a polite smile towards Hysilens.

“This way, please.”

They crossed the private helipad and entered a private elevator lined with marble and brass. As they descended, the hum of the helicopter rotors faded behind them and replaced by a low thread of lobby music. They were welcomed by a faint perfume of tropical flowers.

The elevator door opened into a hushed corridor where thick carpets muffled their every step. Wall sconces cast a golden glow over the artful arrangements of orchids. Hysilens followed, taking in the luxurious space and intricate woodwork of the corridor walls and ceiling.

The attendant stopped before a tall double door and pushed it open.

“Your suite.”

He announced with a bow. The presidential suite opened like a private world. Cerydra entered first, composed as always. Hysilens followed with the bouquet still in hand. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a sweep of turquoise ocean and white sand far below. A plush cream sofa curved around a low onyx table and a single sculpture of polished driftwood stood near the terrace. It was the sort of room that was designed to impress. Hysilens hesitated at the threshold. She’s just quietly stunned.

Cerydra’s meetings happen in places like this?

She wondered.

While her eyes scanned and inspected every corner of the luxurious space, a door on the far side of the suite clicked open. A tall pink-haired woman stepped out as if she’s someone perfectly at home. She wore a tailored linen dress with the color of light sand. Her gaze landed on Cerydra and instantly stride towards her. She tilted her head in mock seriousness before bowing low.

“Ms. Cerydra, Elysiae welcomes you as our distinguished guest.”

She said with her tone deliberately formal like one of the hotel staff. Cerydra’s composure held but a soft laugh slipped out.

“Stop that.”

The pink-haired lady’s playful facade broke as she closed the space in quick steps and wrapped Cerydra in a light and impulsive hug.

“It’s been a while. I missed you.”

She said warmly. The gesture was effortless like the kind of intimacy that only came from decades of friendship. When she pulled back, Cerydra spoke.

“Welcome back. I brought you flowers.”

Acting on instinct, Hysilens immediately stepped forward and offered the small bouquet with all the petals perfectly intact. Naturally, Cyrene’s face lit up.

“How thoughtful. You never changed, Cerydra. Thank you.”

Her bright smile stayed while accepting the roses. Only then did Cyrene’s attention slid towards Hysilens. Her brows lifted in recognition.

“And you . . . I know you.”

She simply said.

Hysilens raised her brows in mild surprise.

“Me?”

Cyrene didn’t answer right away. Instead, she slipped her phone out of her pocket, swiped rapidly then stopped. Her lips curved slightly then turned the screen towards Hysilens. She recited something aloud.

“Elusive ScepterTech CEO spotted on the subway with H&M employee.”

On the screen was that one stolen shot of Cerydra standing on a packed train in front of her. This was that first time taking the subway together and the moment she had instinctively protected Cerydra from the sea of passengers.

Hysilens’ froze realizing once more that her identity was already plastered online. Cyrene flashed an amused smile. Hysilens cleared her throat. Flustered, she tried to redirect.

“I’m only helping out the CEO.”

She said quietly. Cerydra stepped a little closer to Hysilens.

“Hysilens, this is Cyrene. She’s a close friend of mine.”

Then she turned to Cyrene.

“This is Hysilens, my temporary secretary.”

Hysilens offered a small and courteous bow.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Cyrene.”

Cyrene’s gaze met Hysilens.

“Cyrene is fine. And if you are helping out Cerydra, then we’re already friends.”

She responded cheerfully, giving her a small smile. Then, her attention shifted to Cerydra.

“But if she’s temporary, where’s Stelle?”

“She’s handling other assignment.”

“Hm. I see.”

Cyrene accepted that easily. Still holding the bouquet of flower on one hand, she leaned in to squeeze Cerydra’s hand. Her excitement to hear news about her friend returned.

“Anyway . . . look at you . . . better than the last time.”

Cyrene brushed a few strands of pink hair behind her ear, her smile softening into something fond. Cerydra exhaled through her nose. It was not a sigh. Neither amusement but something familiar to Cyrene alone.

“You’re exaggerating. I’ve been the same.”

“Mm-hm.”

 Cyrene lifted a brow.

 “Says the woman who could not sleep earlier than midnight.”

Her tone was teasing but undeniably gentle.

“But now? Your eyes aren’t half-dead. They sparkle. I prefer that.”

Cerydra let out a soft hum then responded in her calm tone.

“You look better too. Seems you . . . grew taller?”

Cyrene gasped dramatically.

“Really? How I wish! Unfortunately, I’m still the same. Or perhaps you just became shorter.”

Cyrene laughed delightedly with grace yet unapologetic.

Hysilens who was standing a step behind felt like she had walked into a private world and beginning to think that this was not going to be a business meeting but more personal instead.

Cyrene stepped back slightly, brushing a thumb gently across one of the yellow petals.

“By the way, thank you for this.”

She then placed the bouquet on a round glass table near the sliding doors, arranging it carefully so none of the petals be disturbed.

“Anyway! Come on. The infinity pool is the best part of this suite. The view’s perfect at this hour. And . . . I have so many questions for you, I could spare the whole afternoon for this!”

She looped her arm casually around Cerydra’s without a second thought and guided them towards the sliding glass doors while Hysilens followed from a step behind.

Stepping outside into a wash of ocean breeze, the infinity pool spilled its edge towards the glittering horizon. The view below was the coastline of the island, curved in turquoise and pale sand. Walking on the pool side heading to the sun loungers, Cerydra chose to sit facing the view of the sea then Hysilens settled beside her on the same lounger. Cyrene settled onto the lounger next to them. Two hotel staffs moved, setting out a low table of chilled drinks and delicate small plates with bright fruit, thin-sliced fish and pastries.

“So . . .”

Cyrene started with her eyes sparkling as soon as they all settled.

“It’s been what . . . six months? Tell me everything you’ve been keeping from me. The whole country was buzzing about you suddenly working at H&M of all places.”

Cerydra’s expression softened. The usual corporate reserved demeanor eased.

“I expected the rumors to reach you eventually.”

“Oh, they reached me instantly.”

Cyrene huffed a small laugh as she stabbed her fork into a small chunk of sliced pineapple on the low table.

“Do you know how shocked father was? He called me in the middle of the night just to ask if you were rebelling.”

Cerydra didn’t flinch.

“I wasn’t rebelling. I told you I needed a change of pace for a while.”

Then almost immediately, Cyrene added.

“Oh, and of course. I kept seeing HER.”

Her knowing gaze briefly shifted to Hysilens then continued.

“You know, photos kept popping up so when I saw you today . . . of course I recognized you.”

Cyrene’s mouth curved slightly. Hysilens forced a smile and tried to sound professional as if still on duty.

“I figured my face is probably floating around online freely at this point.”

“Floating? You're like a watermark into Cerydra’s trending tags.”

Hysilens’ shoulders slightly tensed. She never thought too much about it until just now she’d be discussed so casually among people. She thought she didn’t belong in conversations like this. And the sudden reminder that her image was tied publicly to Cerydra made her a bit uncomfortable. Cyrene, noticing Hysilens tensing up softened her tone in a kinder way she didn’t even seem aware of.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I just . . . noticed you, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s not like I can do something about it. I guess it does not matter to me.”

Hysilens tried to sound unaffected as she also convinced herself not to be bothered by whatever rumors coming.

“There, that’s more like it. Don’t let it affect you.”

Cyrene let out a comforting smile then turned back to Cerydra with her eyes narrowing with affectionate suspicion.

“So? What was it really? Did you find the CHANGE you needed? Or should I just ask Hysilens? She seems to know something hmmm. . .”

Cerydra leaned back slightly with her expression still calm yet softly honest.

“Telling you now and I am yet to reach a conclusion? Could we spare the details for now?”

Cyrene’s gaze lingered on Cerydra steadily as if quietly worried. She knew this part of Cerydra. The one who only gave half of what she was thinking and who rarely admitted when something was weighing on her. Cyrene didn’t say any of that out loud. She only hummed, slightly leaning backwards on her seat with a teasing tilt of her head.

“You’re being cryptic again. But whatever it is that you’re doing, I trust it’s something important to you.”

Despite the teasing tone, there was warmth buried under it. She then pointed a finger at Cerydra with exaggerated accusation.

“But I’m pretty sure what I’m thinking right now is correct.”

“Playing detective now? You could never be sure but I’ll allow you.”

Cerydra murmured back with almost a teasing note slipping through.

“Although I ask for your patience. I’ll fill you in soon. I think . . . I’ll arrive at a conclusion very soon.”

Cyrene’s grinned.

“Whenever you’re ready, Ms. Cerydra.”

She didn’t press further.

Hysilens who was watching from the side felt every bit of that unspoken understanding between them. It was the closeness built from years of trust and Cyrene wasn’t fooled even if she pretended to be. She just respected the boundary of the other.

Cyrene took a sip of her lemonade as Cerydra smoothly shifted the focus.

“Enough about me.”

She said. Her expression settled softer.

“How about you? How are classes abroad? And your . . . new friends?”

Cyrene exhaled. There was a mix of fondness and exasperation.

“They’re fine. I DID meet a few new people. Some are fun, some are too serious. But you know how it is.”

She let out a small shrug.

“Everyone’s building their future, and I . . . well.”

Her smile dimmed just slightly.

“I came back a bit earlier because father wanted me at the board meetings this week.”

Cyrene tapped her fingers idly on the glass.

“It’s just for a week. After that, I’ll fly back and continue the Board Directorship Program. Duty calls before hobbies . . . as always.”

Cerydra’s eyes softened.

“You’re doing well.”

She murmured.

“You’re handling it better than you think.”

Cyrene sighed dramatically.

“If only I could just write stories or travel. That’d be nice.”

Cerydra hummed lightly.

“That romance story you used to write . . . did you ever continue it?”

Cyrene blinked once then scrunched her nose.

“No. I barely have time the past months, let alone write a cheesy love story.”

Cerydra turned her head slightly towards Hysilens.

“Hysilens might enjoy your stories. She likes dramas.”

Hysilens choked mid-sip of her lemonade. Cyrene’s eyes widened in concern first then sparkled with amusement.

“Oh? Really? Then perhaps she would be my fan.”

“I don’t like dramas—”

Hysilens coughed out. Cerydra’s gaze to her was serene as Cyrene chuckled unrestrained. When the laughter faded with Cyrene wiping the corner of her eye with her thumb. She continued.

“Anyway . . . speaking of responsibility.”

She said.

“I actually have a meeting tonight with the board of Elysiae Group. So I might excuse myself later for a while.”

Hysilens’ mind stalled.

The board? Elysiae Group? Meeting tonight? She’s . . . she’s talking like—

Her thoughts spun but before she could catch any of them, Cerydra’s voice cut in.

“Hysilens.”

She jolted.

“Yes— yes, President?”

“You seemed distracted. Are you alright?”

“Ah— yes.”

She straightened instantly.

“Just thinking about something.”

Her gaze shifted towards Cyrene. Curiosity and belated realization pushed the question out before she could reconsider.

“Um . . . Miss Cyrene . . . are you also a CEO?”

Cyrene blinked. Then her lips curved in amusement. It was not mocking but warm.

“Is this what made you go quiet?”

She laughed softly.

“Sorry to disappoint but no. I’m not like Ms. Cerydra here.”

Her tone was playful.

“Ah, I can’t blame you, Hysilens. I don’t exactly give off the ‘authoritative heiress’ vibe, do I?”

Before Cyrene could downplay herself further, Cerydra interjected calmly with unembellished truth.

“Cyrene’s family owns this hotel.”

Silence fell in Hysilens’ mind like a dropped stone.

Owns this hotel?
The Elysiae Group.
One of the top luxury property and beach resorts developer in the country.
Cerydra’s close friend is literally the heiress—

Hysilens’ jaw loosened just slightly enough for Cyrene to notice.

Cyrene chuckled softly, brushing off the weight of the revelation with an ease.

“Don’t think too much about it. It’s nothing special.”

Hysilens blinked at her. Cyrene was kind and humble enough that Hysilens almost felt guilty for being intimidated but at the same time, her thoughts drifted somewhere else.

Of course, someone like Cerydra . . . brilliant and composed, would have a close friend like Cyrene, who’s warm and bright . . . equally exceptional, equally impossible to overlook . . .

And the two of them together . . .

Hysilens swallowed.

They made sense. Too much sense.

A tight pang bloomed in her chest but before she could identify the feeling, Cyrene clapped her hands lightly.

“Alright! Enough serious talk. The sun’s perfect just for us to sit here. Let’s swim!”

There was warmth in Cyrene’s energy like the kind of playfulness and enthusiasm that made it hard not to like her leaving Hysilens wondering why her heart could not be settled.

Chapter Text

The infinity pool stretched towards the horizon like a sheet of glass with its surface reflecting from the afternoon sunlight. Beyond it, the island’s white-sand shoreline curved around the vibrant blue water. From this height and distance, people looked like moving thin lines. There were families lounging under umbrellas, couples walking along the tide and groups of people laughing while they tried out paddle boards and jet skis farther out the sea. The wind carried subtle echoes of distant music, blending seamlessly with the quite luxury of the suite's terrace.

From her lounger, Cyrene reached over from across the two and lightly tugged Cerydra’s wrist as to invite them for a swim.

“Come on, let’s dip in the pool before the sun shifts.”

Cerydra who's unmoving from her spot merely shook her head.

“I’m not prepared for a swim.”

Cyrene sighed dramatically with her shoulders slouching in exaggerated disappointment.

“For once, just say yes. You used to just . . .  follow me back in middle school!”

Cerydra gave her a calm look and entirely unbothered as Cyrene continued. Her pout only lasted a second before her smile returned with unmistakable mischief.

“If I can’t convince you . . . then, at least lend me your secretary.”

Hysilens blinked upon hearing her name then spoke politely.

“Ah, I’m good, Ms. Cyrene . . .”

She lightly waved her hands as to decline.

“I’m fine staying here.”

But Cerydra turned to her while poking a sliced fruit on the table.

“Consider this your rest day. If you’d like to swim, go ahead.”

Hysilens turned her widened gaze to Cerydra in surprise.

Wha- Is she for real?! Just like that?

She then responded calmly but her usual sarcasm slipped out.

“Right. That’ll look great. The secretary splashing around while the boss sits around eating watermelon slices.”

Cyrene softly chuckled at their exchange. She then shifted to lean closer to Hysilens with a playful grin.

“Don’t worry about not being prepared. I just bought a set of swimsuits yesterday. Besides . . .”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

“. . . it looks like we’re about the same size.”

Cyrene didn’t wait for an answer. She quickly stood from her lounger then gently tugged Hysilens’ wrist, making the other woman follow her.

“Come on, no time for second thoughts.”

“W–wait, I never said—”

Hysilens barely managed before getting whisked through the suite towards the master bedroom. On the king-sized bed lined neatly folded towels and a row of unopened swimwear. They were clearly Cyrene’s personal selections as labels from luxury boutiques peeked out. Cyrene examined each of the swimwear, humming as she flipped through the colors while Hysilens awkwardly stood from the side, unsure what other excuse to say next.

“This one.”

She declared, holding up a sleek black two-piece with subtle touches of elegance. The top featured a structured cups held by straps that crossed in an intricate lattice over the chest. The matching bottoms held three bands along the left side, subtly exposing the wearer's hip.

“You’ll look gorgeous in it.”

“I’m still on duty, Ms. Cyrene.”

Hysilens politely protested while eyeing the swimsuit.

“This doesn’t feel appropriate.”

“Don’t overthink it.”

Cyrene gave her a quick smile.

“Your boss already gave the nod. That’s practically a signed permission slip!”

Hysilens exhaled as if half-amused and half-resigned. Against her better judgment, she let Cyrene usher her to the washroom. After few moments of changing, she came out.

“You look beautiful, Hysilens. I knew that one was right. You’ll look great in the water.”

Cyrene excitedly but sincerely commented. There was no teasing behind her gentle voice, making Hysilens swallow as she was got caught off-guard.

“Thank you . . .”

Then Cyrene took the pair she chose for herself.

“Wait here. I’m changing too!”

Disappearing into the washroom, silence then settled in the room. Hysilens exhaled slowly. Her mind spun once more with everything that had unfolded since morning with the helicopter ride, this celebrity-level 5-star beach hotel and Cerydra’s close friend who’s the heiress of this luxury empire, casually choosing a swimsuit for her.

I can’t keep up with this anymore.

Hysilens thought her mind had taken enough shocks for the day. Her gaze suddenly shifted to the vanity mirror from across the bedside. She looked at herself then closed her eyes and steadied her breath.

There’s too much nonsense already . . . Might as well let the island swallow me whole and relax.

She finally declared.

 “I’m ready!”

Cyrene’s bright voice pulled her gaze up.

 “Let’s not keep Cerydra waiting."

Cyrene and Hysilens eventually returned to the poolside terrace. Cerydra was still on the lounger where they left her with one leg crossed over the other. She seemed to be reviewing something on her phone. The breeze was lifting a few strands of her snow-like hair, brushing them over her cheek. Cyrene raised her voice lightly and cheerfully.

“We’re back!”

Cerydra looked up. Her gaze moved to Cyrene for a second but then stopped the moment it landed to Hysilens. She felt her pulse kick. Her breath seemed to pause for a fraction too long as something subtle flickered in her chest. She immediately tried to control it but couldn’t fully hide. Their eyes locked for a beat but the moment broke almost immediately when Cyrene hopped to Cerydra’s side with her usual bright ease.

“Well? How do we look?”

She asked, spinning once with playful confidence before stepping behind Hysilens and resting her hands on the other woman’s shoulders.

“Good thing my swimsuits fit her perfectly. She looks sexy in them, right?”

Hysilens turned slightly red, unsure whether to step away or freeze but managed to just let out an awkward smile to Cyrene as to avoid having any eye contact with Cerydra. Dressing up and letting her friends judge her outfit and style was actually not a big deal for Hysilens but for a reason, Cerydra’s gaze made her more conscious.

“They suit you.”

Cerydra finally said to both but her gaze was clearly meant for Hysilens. Then, her eyes softly and almost teasingly directed just at Hysilens.

“Enjoy your vacation.”

“Right. Vacation.”

Hysilens said. Finally looking at Cerydra, she tried to sound calm. From behind her, Cyrene’s lips curved knowingly then a soft chuckle escaped her. She said nothing but instead, gently pushed Hysilens forward, guiding her to walk towards the pool.

“Come on. We’re going in. Cerydra can play the cool observer all she wants.”

The two descended into the water, leaving Cerydra on the poolside lounger with her phone already lowered as she watched the two. Her expression was calm but her eyes was undeniably engaged.

Cyrene floated beside Hysilens with her elbows propped on the pool’s glass edge where the water ran down endlessly, saying something animated. It was probably some teasing anecdote or a ridiculous middle-school story she loved to resurrect but whatever it was, Hysilens’ lips curved into a small and reluctant chuckle that softened into something genuine.

Cerydra’s fingers stilled over her phone screen which already dimmed from inactivity. Her gaze lingered. Hysilens looked more relaxed now. The black bikini Cyrene chose framed her silhouette beautifully. But it wasn’t merely her appearance alone that caught Cerydra’s every attention. It was the way Hysilens carried herself like those small uncertain yet sincere gestures, the earnestness she always tried to hide behind her calm and sometimes, sharp composure.

Hysilens’ presence had woven itself into her days so subtly she barely noticed until she realized her nights didn’t feel as solitary anymore. Even the dull edges of her work life felt lighter. And now, watching Hysilens smile, Cerydra felt something inside her ease.

Perhaps I had already made a conclusion  . . .

The realization came sooner than expected but it didn’t frighten her. It’s just inevitable. Just then, Hysilens turned her head. Their gazes met over the shimmering water. It was only a brief second enough for Cerydra’s breath to still. Hysilens’ expression was caught and almost flustered as if she wasn’t supposed to be looking back at Cerydra. Then she quickly turned back to Cyrene, nodding along to whatever the pink-haired woman was saying. Her hands moved in small gestures to respond.

A slow inhale steadied Cerydra. She let her eyes drift elsewhere, giving herself the illusion that she hadn’t been caught staring.

Eventually, the two women climbed out of the pool. Droplets traced down their skin as they padded back towards the loungers. The afternoon light had shifted. It was no longer bright and sharp as it was beginning its descent towards golden hour.

Cyrene wrapped herself in the towel robe the hotel staff prepared earlier, settling back onto her lounger with the satisfied sigh of someone who loved the sun far too much. Within seconds, she was already scrolling through her phone.

Hysilens grabbed a robe as well, draping it loosely over her shoulders. She lingered for a moment, glancing between Cyrene who’s already absorbed on her screen and to Cerydra, who had barely touched her refilled iced drink but looked noticeably more relaxed than normal.

“I’ll . . . just take a short walk.”

Hysilens said, gesturing towards the terrace railing. Cerydra’s gaze lifted to her softly.

“Go ahead.”

The terrace stretched widely along the edge of the suite with an open overlook to the island’s sweeping view. The late sunlight casted everything in a golden glow. Down below, the beach was still buzzing with life.

Hysilens slowed by the far end of the terrace, brushing her hands over the metal railing. The sunset reflected on the infinity pool’s glasslike surface in a burst of oranges and soft pinks. She then lifted her phone and took a snap. Shifting to another angle, there was another click. One last shot and this time, the shot captured the pool, the sky and the thin lining where the water blended into the open sea.

Satisfied enough with the image, she opened her Winstagram. For a moment, she hesitated but her fingers finally pressed the “Post” button. Everything about this day felt unreal but surely, one she'd not forget for quite some time.

Within seconds, the first few hearts appeared. Hysilens exhaled, turning her face toward the wind. The day had been overwhelming but she felt a bit at ease during this moment of peace.

She slipped her phone in her robe’s pocket and let the wind brush past her. Behind her, she could faintly hear Cyrene saying something funny she’d seen on her phone and Cerydra responding with her unmistakably calm voice.

The time Hysilens returned, only Cyrene remained by the poolside loungers, still laying on her same spot with a half-empty glass of lemonade. Cerydra had gone somewhere inside the suite.

“Back already?”

Cyrene asked with her eyes resting behind her sunglasses.

“I should change.”

Hysilens replied.

“You can use my room’s shower.”

Cyrene said with a lazy wave towards the interior.

“Your things are there.”

Hysilens walked directly in the suite as the breeze was starting to get cold. It took a while finishing to wash up. Now fresh and fully dressed again with her blazer and skirt, she made her way down the short hallway back towards the main living room to look for Cerydra but upon reaching the area, from the ceiling-to-floor glass window, she saw the two still on the poolside. She’s about to stride and meet them outside but her phone buzzed from her pocket so she stilled and lifted it to check the screen where several notifications had piled up.

[WoT-Work Overtime Ladies]
[Kafka]: HELLO???
[Kafka]: Are you in Aedes Island??
[Se-wan]: Hysilens, answer properly.
[Kafka]: The sunset photo is literally the view of Aedes coast. TT.TT

Hysilens held back a soft laugh. Then, she typed.

[Hysilens]: Just passed by. Thought the sunset was pretty. <3

Not even two seconds later, her friends responded.

[Se-wan]: PASSED BY??? YOU DON’T “PASS BY” AN ISLAND. (-_-')
[Kafka]: Did you go to vacation without us? I feel betrayed!

Hysilens pressed her lips together, amused despite herself. She lifted her camera and took a quick discreet snap of the ultra-luxurious presidential suite’s living room.

[Hysilens]: [Image Attached]

The photo captured the marble floors with the circular velvet couch on the center beneath a muted furry carpet. There were expensive looking art decorations on the wall with the elegant glass chandelier giving a soft glow in the room.

[Hysilens]:  :)

The typing bubbles from both her friends appeared instantly.

[Kafka]: Are you in a 5-Star? You’re actually checked-in???
[Se-wan]: WAIT
[Se-wan]: WAIT
[Se-wan]: YOU’RE AT ELYSIAE???

Hysilens smirked faintly and typed back.

[Hysilens]: Work trip, apparently.

Both typing indicators popped up again frantically but suddenly, the glass door slid open. Soft footsteps crossed the marble floor. Cyrene entered first on her white robe tied loosely around her waist. Her hair already got dried into soft waves from the pool. Cerydra followed behind her, looking relaxed from the slow afternoon. Cyrene glanced between Hysilens and Cerydra with an easy smile.

“I’ll have to leave you two in a bit.”

She told Cerydra first.

“The board wants an early pre-meeting briefing. I’ll need at least an hour to prepare.”

Cerydra nodded lightly.

“Go. Focus on your meeting.”

Cyrene hummed in acknowledgment, already shifting her weight to head towards the master bedroom. Then she disappeared into her room with the door closing behind her. A moment of silence settled in the living room before Cerydra finally turned to Hysilens.

“Come.”

She said softly, jerking her chin towards the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

“Walk with me. Until Cyrene returns.”

Her voice wasn’t demanding but gentle. Hysilens moved to follow Cerydra as they stepped out of the suite and into the private corridor reserved for the presidential wing.

“We’re not going far.”

 She added as she casually slipped her hands into her pockets.

“Just somewhere I want you to see.”

Hysilens who was now walking beside her hesitated not out of reluctance but because a sudden and hopeful thought surfaced.

“Um . . . if possible . . .”

She began carefully.

“Could we . . . pass by the underground aquarium? I mean, this is the hotel that has it, right?”

Her voice dropped a little as if embarrassed by her own request.

“I might be mistaken.”

Cerydra paused mid-step, turning just enough for her eyes to meet Hysilens.

“You’re not mistaken.”

She replied.

“And yes. That’s where we’re going.”

Hysilens’ eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

She murmured, trying to hide the small smile pulling at her lips. A faint curve touched Cerydra’s own mouth as they resumed walking through the private corridor.

“This is the only hotel in Aedes island with an underground aquarium.”

She emphasized while leading Hysilens towards the elevator.

“The aquarium and underwater suites are one of Cyrene’s family’s biggest projects. It stretches across three underground floors. They designed it so the entire hallway feels submerged. Tourists fly here just for that.”

"I used to see this place on tour packages online. I never expected I'll be stepping here this soon."

Hysilens’ eyes softened  bit as she spoke but she managed to hide it behind a more neutral expression.

Finally stepping in, Cerydra pressed the button labeled ‘B3 – Marine Chamber’. As the elevator descended, Hysilens kept her hands clasped in front of her, trying to contain her excitement while maintaining some semblance of professionalism.

The elevator continued its descent until a soft chime sounded and the doors parted, revealing a dimly lit corridor that opened into a breathtaking vista with a sweeping curved wall of crystal-clear glass that revealed a massive underwater world. Soft blue lights shimmered across the curved walls, casting gentle waves over the floor. Schools of silver fish rippled like silk fabric. The large glass tunnel stretched ahead, displaying the coral gardens, drifting kelp and shadowy shapes of larger sea creatures gliding calmly in the depths.

Hysilens slowed to a near stop. Her face brightened in a way she didn’t bother to hide this time.

 “It’s beautiful . . .”

Cerydra watched her quietly. The corners of her mouth softened.

“I thought you’d like it.”

Hysilens tore her gaze from the view and looked at the woman who seemed so unreadable yet strangely thoughtful.

 “Thank you . . .

She said sincerely then added as to break the warmth she’s starting to feel.

“ . . .  for sneaking a vacation into a work trip.”

“Consider it work-life-balance.”

Cerydra said evenly but there’s hint of fondness in her eyes.

They walked deeper into the aquarium. Their footsteps were hushed by the soft carpeted flooring. The blue light washed over them with every change in the water beyond the glass. Then, a sudden shadow glided overhead. There was a large stingray with its wings sweeping smoothly as it descended along the curve of the tunnel wall. Hysilens lit up, stepping closer to the glass.

“Oh—”

She stood still, staring as the stingray drifted slowly beside her which was almost as if following her pace. Her eyes sparkled. She pressed her hand lightly to the glass. Cerydra stepped beside her.

 “You once compared me to that fish.”

She said quietly but almost amused. Heat crept into Hysilens’ cheeks. 

“I . . . did I really? Must’ve been one of those nonsense things I say sometimes. . . sorry.”

She responded but did not turn to Cerydra. She was trying to focus on the fish in front of her.

“I don’t mind.”

Cerydra’s voice stayed steady.

A long pause settled between them, broken only by the sound of muted footsteps of the other passers by. Hysilens exhaled with a curve on her lips. Her eyes still followed the stingray’s slow glide.

“Or maybe it wasn’t nonsense.”

She murmured.

“There are . . . similarities.”

Cerydra tilted her head, studying her with a quiet curiosity but let the silence stretch. Light from the aquarium ceiling rippled across their faces like a passing tide.

They lingered at the aquarium longer than planned. The souvenir shop spilled warm light onto the corridor by the end of the aquarium tunnel. Finally nearing the exit, Hysilens spoke.

“I’ll just grab something for my friends.”

Hysilens said, turning her head towards the display of trinkets.

 “I won’t be long.”

Cerydra gave a slight nod.

“I’ll wait.”

Inside, Hysilens moved between shelves lined with shells, plush dolphins and glittering glass fish. She finally chose a set of tiny enamel fish key chains. They were easy to slip into her bag and perfect for Se-wan and Kafka. After paying, she turned and nearly jumped when she saw Cerydra already behind her with a white paperbag on hand.

“You move quietly.”

Hysilens muttered, recovering her breath. Cerydra’s mouth gave an unreadable smile.

“Finished?”

“Yes.”

They started walking back away from the souvenir shop and before Hysilens could even ask Cerydra what she’s bought, Cerydra held out the white paperbag to her.

“For you.”

Cerydra said and Hysilens blinked accepting it automatically. The unexpected weight was light in her hands.

“Why are you giving me a souvenir?”

“Consider it a reminder. Of me.”

Curious, Hysilens peeked through the sealed folded top of the paperbag and caught a glimpse of a soft and gray angular plush. It was velvety and undeniably cute that she almost laughed.

“I don’t usually go for plush . . .”

She admitted.

“but . . . this one is actually adorable. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Cerydra said simply, letting out a gentle smile.

The soft blue glow from earlier turned into warm gold upon reaching the grand lobby. The paper bag brushed lightly against Hysilens’ leg with each step while Cerydra walked beside her in an unhurried pace. Hysilens kept her shoulders squared, trying to keep her expression composed as to restore the professional air she promised herself at the beginning of this weeklong immersion. Especially now, when every time Cerydra did something unexpectedly nice, the lines wavered.

“I appreciate the gift.”

Hysilens said again but more formally than before. Cerydra’s eyes softly flicked to her.

“Good.”

Hysilens quickly looked away, grounding herself in the rhythm of their steps across the lobby’s floor. Halfway to the elevators, Cerydra’s phone vibrated. She glanced at the caller ID then answered.

“Cyrene.”

Hysilens pretended not to listen but couldn’t help catching fragments.

“Mhm . . . All right. We’ll meet you there.”

Cerydra lowered the phone.

“Cyrene says to meet her by the shore at the docks.”

“The docks?”

Hysilens echoed.

“She’s finished her meeting early. She needs to wrap up something first, then we’ll have dinner.”

“Oh.”

Hysilens said, trying not to sound surprised though she was.

Dinner outside by the docks? How many more surprises do this day still hold?

Cerydra didn’t elaborate and only began walking again as if everything was perfectly ordinary.

They continued towards the elevators, passing guests in resort wear and the soaring centerpiece of the lobby fountain. The sun had already set and the sky was turning dark as the two stepped out from the hotel. The ocean breeze was cooler now. Cerydra glanced down at their feet. Both of them were still in their office shoes.

“We’re not walking to the docks in these.”

She murmured.

Hysilens paused, looked at her pumps then at the sandy paths leading towards the beach.

“Right.”

She agreed softly.

Cerydra raised her hand slightly and almost stantly one of the hotel staff approached, bowing politely before directing them to a waiting white private buggy. They boarded the buggy and the driver started to maneuver, gliding along the palm-lined path towards the shore.

Hysilens settled into her seat, letting the wind brush through her hair. With a small sigh, she opened her phone again. The group chat she had left earlier blinked with unread messages. She tapped into it.

[Kafka]: What kind of work trip checks you in at a 5-star hotel????
[Kafka]: Not unless Ms. Cerydra actually booked you that room.
[Se-wan]: Wait Kafka
[Se-wan]: omg
[Se-wan]: I think I am understanding the situation now.
[Kafka]: OMG!
[Kafka]: I think I get you Se-wan. OMG!
[Se-wan]: Hysilens! Drop a few glowing words about us to Ms. Cerydra.
[Se-wan]: Tell her we’re VERY professional.
[Kafka]: And we fold towels neatly.

A small involuntary smile curved her lip making her chest felt a little lighter. She typed.

[Hysilens]: If I come back with higher hotel standards, blame her.

It only took few minutes before a response came in.

[Se-wan]: Enjoy it while it lasts, Ms. ScepterTech.
[Kafka]: Bring us souvenirs!

She only added a small emoji as last response then locked her screen while still smiling to herself. Beside her, Cerydra sat quietly with her hands resting on her lap as she watched the scenery blur past. The silence between them felt easy, unstrained and almost comfortable.

The buggy curved along the shoreline road and the distant silhouettes of luxury yachts began to take form like rows of gleaming white hulls gently rocking with the tide. As they drew nearer, the more imposing vessels came into view. Each lit with early evening glow. Hysilens blinked and almost doubting the scale. One of the larger yatcht had staff members already waiting at the dock. Their buggy slowed to a stop.

Cyrene stood at the foot of the gangway. She was now on a stylish evening outfit that still hinted beach-resort vibe yet equally elegant. She spotted them and waved brightly.

“Right on time.”

She chimed.

Two uniformed staff members approached them, bowing slightly before gesturing towards the gangway.

“This way, please. Dinner preparations are underway.”

Cerydra stepped out first. Her posture was relaxed but collected as always. Hysilens followed. The deck lights reflected against the water.

Of course . . . dinner . . . in a private yacht . . .

She steadied herself as she stepped onto the polished deck yet, her mind was once more already wondering what new surprises the evening had in store.

Chapter Text

The sky had already deepened into a soft navy when the yacht finally drifted away from the docks. Its polished deck lights glowed against the rising night. Gentle waves lapped against the hull as the vessel eased into the open water, circling the outer curve of Aedes Island. From the distance, the shoreline glittered strings of warm lights from beach bars, the palm trees swaying in silhouettes and clusters of hotel buildings sparkled along the coast. Above them, a scatter of early stars began to show.

The staff moved around the three women, setting the table with silverware and wine glasses as the yacht drifted steadily over the calm waters. A tray of seafood appetizer was placed at the center of the table while a soft instrumental music played through the speakers.

One of the servers stepped forward with a bottle of wine.

“Would you like to start with this, Ms. Cyrene?”

Cyrene gave a small approving nod.

“That one is perfect.”

The server poured for all three, retreating silently as the evening settled between them. Hysilens lifted her glass as her first sip for the day, letting the cool and smooth flavor linger into her throat.

“You were supposed to treat me to something nice when I got back.”

Cyrene began. Her voice was lilting with cheerful accusation.

“But look at us now . . .”

She gestured her arms as if presenting the space they were in.

“. . . it’s MY yacht dinner. MY plan. MY arrangement. Which means . . . Cerydra, you failed your welcome-back duty.”

Cerydra took a sip of her wine.

“I’ll pay for tonight.”

She said in a calm and dry tone.

“So consider this my treat.”

Cyrene stared at her then burst into a soft laughter.

“You’ll pay? Pay?”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice with mock-seriousness.

“Cerydra, you do realize this yacht belongs to my family, right? There’s nothing to pay for.”

“I’m supporting your family business.”

Cerydra countered smoothly, setting her glass down.

“It’s called appreciation for good service.”

Cyrene let out another bright laugh.

“As if I would even accept your money!”

“Then consider it a donation.”

Cyrene covered her face dramatically.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Two people who had grown up wealthy and had nothing to prove with money yet teased each other about it anyway. Hysilens watched the exchange quietly, hiding a small smile behind her glass. She was used to her friends fighting over splitting food bills to exact decimals or pushing receipts towards someone else but this was a different world entirely.

The first plates were eventually cleared as the main course was served. Cyrene turned her attention to Hysilens with an eager spark in her eyes.

“Anyway . . .”

She said, leaning her elbows onto the table.

“Where did you two disappear to this afternoon?”

“We went to the aquarium.”

Hysilens answered, placing her fork down.

“It was . . . amazing.”

“Ah, the underground aquarium.”

 Cyrene replied knowingly.

“That one’s popular. Did you enjoy?”

“I did.”

A small smile tugged at Hysilens’ lips then continued.

“My friends keep talking about visiting here so I picked up souvenirs for them. Might be a while though. They’re still saving up for their vacation budget.”

“You can come back here next time with them. And worry no more of the hotel budget.”

Hysilens blinked as if startled before letting out a confused chuckle.

“That’s very kind of you.”

Cyrene's grin only widened.

“You seem unconvinced. I’m serious. As long as you keep looking after Cerydra, you can stay at any of our hotels without paying a single coin.”

She then turned her head to Cerydra.

“I’ll send YOUR BOSS some hotel vouchers and make sure she gives them to her TEMPORARY SECRETARY.”

The words hung in the air. Hysilens’ jaw dropped a little before she caught herself.

“You can’t be serious, Ms. Cyrene . . .”

Across the table, Cerydra allowed a small and knowing smirk to subtly appear.

"That's generous."

Cyrene only raised her wine glass with a playful toast. She then continued in a still friendly tone but now lightly probing.

“And as for your friends . . . tell me about them. I like knowing the people around Cerydra.”

Hysilens straightened, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Talking about her personal life in this setting felt like an interview but she kept her voice steady.

“They’re my closest colleagues, Se-wan and Kafka. We’ve been friends for years. We go out for food after work, sometimes karaoke or bars. Nothing glamorous.”

“Do they know you’re stuck with this one?”

Cyrene jerked her thumb at Cerydra.

“They only know I’m temporarily training at ScepterTech.”

Hysilens replied with a careful smile.

“They won’t believe half of my story if I tell them more.”

Cyrene’s brow lifted slightly while Cerydra eyed her in curiosity as if interested of what Hysilens might tell.

“Such as?”

“That the President actually took a helicopter just to make it on time for a meeting with her friend . . . and bringing her secretary with her, for example.”

Cyrene burst into laughter so sudden she nearly spilled her wine and covering her mouth with her hand. Cerydra sighed in quiet resignation though the corner of her lips betrayed her amusement.

“Then tell me . . .”

Cyrene's eyes glimmered with mischief as she shifted her gaze deliberately to Cerydra.

“ . . . is she taking good care of you? How is Cerydra as your boss?”

Cerydra’s eyes narrowed just a touch at Cyrene like the kind of look that held both warning and familiarity. Hysilens stiffened for a second not only because she did not expect the question but also the way Cyrene delivered it.

“Well . . .”

She began carefully.

“She’s been . . . very professional.”

Cyrene’s brows lifted in a dramatic arc. The tease sharpened.

“JUST professional?”

Hysilens blinked.

“Yes. Professional . . . efficient and . . . organized.”

Cyrene hummed with her smile soft but unmistakably amused.

“Mmm. That does sound like her.”

Hysilens finished her glass of wine a few gulp, trying to steady herself. Cyrene had an uncanny way of making her feel both welcomed and slightly cornered at the same time.

Still smiling, Cyrene leaned back in her chair.

“Well, that’s good to hear. I was worried she might be overworking you. Cerydra is brilliant but she’s also Cerydra.”

“Cyrene.”

Cerydra’s tone was calm but warned her to behave but Cyrene only laughed softly and lifted her wine glass in a tiny toast of surrender.

“Yes, president. I’ll be good.”

The main course plates were cleared away and the servers returned with an array of desserts such as glazed tarts, chocolate domes and miniature pastries arranged like jewels. Another bottle of wine was presented. Cyrene lifted a hand with a small smile.

“No more for me. I still have to function tomorrow.”

The server nodded and turned to the other two.

“Would you like a refill?”

Hysilens looked briefly towards Cerydra then back at the server.

“Yes, please.”

Cerydra handed her glass forward as well but only allowed the pour to reach a quarter. As the staff disappeared once more, the conversation picked up naturally where it left off. Cyrene leaned forward again.

“Speaking of brilliant woman, how’s the chairman these days? I haven’t seen her since the New Year’s gala. Still terrifying as ever?”

“She’s still overseas handling her new ventures.”

Cerydra plainly said.

“And no, she’s not terrifying. Unless you stand in her way. Then it’s different.”

Cyrene softly covered her mouth as she laughed.

“That’s EXACTLY terrifying. Don’t make excuses.”

Even Hysilens couldn’t help a small chuckle with the wine warming her cheeks just slightly. Cyrene tapped her fork against her plate as her voice turned a bit softly.

“And here I thought she’s out there scouting for your future fiancé. Some young continental heir perhaps.”

Hysilens nearly inhaled her wine. Cerydra’s expression did not shift an inch.

“If she tries, I’ll sooner jump off a cliff.”

“Hey, don’t say that.”

Cyrene feigned exasperation.

“I believe someone will care for you one day. Someone who can keep up with that glacier pace of yours. You can’t stay alone forever. Especially if I’m not here to entertain you.”

A faint curve touched Cerydra’s lips like a glimmer of warmth rarely be seen. She lifted her glass instead of replying.

As Hysilens watched them, it was like a glimpse into a world far more personal than directives and polished professionalism. For the first time, it struck her how alone Cerydra might actually be beneath all her brilliance. Her gaze dropped to her dessert. She straightened slightly, reminding herself she was still working even if tonight felt nothing like work. The three of them drifted into easier conversation like the kind that flowed without effort and the kind that made the night feel longer than it was.

***

The night air greeted them the moment they stepped off the yacht and into the waiting private buggy. The ocean breeze had cooled, brushing lightly against their skin as the buggy began to glide along the pathway towards the resort suites.

Cyrene stretched with a soft yawn slipping past her fingers.

“It’s getting late.”

She murmured, leaning back briefly against the cushioned seat. Cerydra adjusted her coat as she responded.

“You’re right. It’s about time we head back.”

Cyrene turned to her with a spark of mischief.

“Or . . .”

Her voice brightened.

“You could stay here tonight. The suite has a spare room. I’m alone anyway. Might as well keep me company while I’m still in the country.”

Cerydra paused not out of reluctance but in that thoughtful and weighing way she always had. Then she gave a small nod.

“Mm. That’s reasonable. If you have nothing else to do then I’m fine with it.”

Hysilens blinked, caught off guard.

“Wait . . . stay? But . . . I don’t have any clothes with me.”

“Cerydra could take care of that.”

Cyrene said breezily as if that solved everything. Hysilens hesitated.

“And work tomorrow? I left Fu Xuan with a pile of tasks. I didn’t even warn her—”

Cerydra cut in calmly and firmly.

“Your boss already approved. No need to overthink.”

Hysilens stared at her half-exasperated and half resigned.

“That’s . . . you.”

She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Fu Xuan might think I’m abandoning everything on her.”

“That’s why you have an assistant.”

Cerydra replied with one brow lifting.

“She’s more than capable. She’s there so I can take you when I need you.”

Cyrene laughed as thoroughly entertained.

“There you have it, Hysilens. Listen to your boss.”

Her tone was teasing yet warm.

“She seems to have everything plotted out anyway.”

Between Cyrene’s playful nudging and Cerydra’s unshakeable finality, Hysilens could only let out a small breath and nod.

“ . . .Okay.”

Arriving at their suite, the three stride to the guest room. Cyrene pushed the door open. The room was spacious enough. There was a queen-sized bed, a sitting nook by the window, an armchair and a small vanity table.

“Here. Use this guest room.”

Cyrene said, stepping aside for them to enter.

“I only took a two-bedroom suite. I didn’t expect Cerydra to bring company. If I’d known, I would’ve grabbed the larger one with the extra rooms.”

Her gaze slid between the two of them. It was subtle but playful yet a little too observant as if waiting to see what Cerydra would do. Then, with theatrical generosity, she added.

“Cerydra, you can sleep with me in the master’s bedroom. I don’t mind sharing.”

It was said casually but her tone carried a teasing weight. Cerydra didn’t hesitate. Her answer was steady.

“No need. You should keep your space.”

She said.

“I’ll keep her company."

A startled breath caught in Hysilens’ chest.

“Ah—wait, I can sleep on the couch if—”

“Absolutely not.”

Cyrene interrupted with a firm shake of her head and a grin showed as if she was thoroughly enjoying the situation.

“Guests don’t get banished to couches. This room is yours. Cerydra can decide if she wants the armchair or the floor but I doubt she will.”

Cerydra’s eyes softened with amusement.

“I’ll manage.”

Cyrene leaned a shoulder against the doorframe with her arms loosely crossed, assessing the two with a knowing and mischievous glint almost as if she wanted to see how close Cerydra would stand or how Hysilens would react to sharing a room with her famously distant employer.

“Well then.”

Cyrene said brightly, pushing off the frame.

“I’ll leave you two to settle in. If you need anything . . . robes, chargers, extra pillows or if Hysilens starts panicking about work again, you know where to find me.”

She sent them one last teasing smile then turned away with her footsteps fading down the hall. The door clicked softly behind her, leaving Hysilens and Cerydra alone in the quiet guest room.

Hysilens rubbed her sleeve, suddenly aware of the immaculate uniform she had been wearing since morning.

“I don’t really have anything to sleep in. This is still my work uniform and—”

“You don’t need to worry.”

Cerydra’s tone was calm as she took of her coat off her shoulders.

“Clothes will be delivered in a few minutes.”

“Delivered?”

Hysilens blinked.

“As in . . . you already arranged something?”

Before Cerydra could answer, a soft ding chimed through the suite. It was the doorbell. Cerydra turned towards the suite’s door.

“That should be it.”

She stepped out of the guest room with her stride unhurried. Hysilens followed a few steps behind, peeking just enough to see.

When Cerydra opened the door, a hotel staff member stood waiting with two boutique bags and a small box stacked on top with luxury retail logos printed in elegant lettering. The staff bowed politely, speaking in a low voice as if aware of the late hour.

“Ms. Cerydra, the items you requested have arrived.”

Cerydra accepted the bags with a small nod.

“Thank you. You may leave them here.”

“Of course. If you need anything else, please let us know.”

Once the staff retreated down the hall, Cerydra closed the door and turned back towards Hysilens. Cerydra simply lifted the two bags in her hands and offered one towards Hysilens.

“For you.”

Hysilens hesitated before taking it. Her fingers brushed the soft ribbon handles. Returning to their room, Cerydra set her own bag aside as if buying sleepwear on the spot at nearly midnight was just a standard part of her day. Meanwhile, Hysilens’ heart was beating far too fast for something as simple as pajamas.

Cerydra disappeared into the bathroom with the set of sleepwear in hand, closing the door behind her. Left alone, Hysilens exhaled slowly, the same way she had been breathing all day. She sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the soft mattress dip beneath her weight. For the first time since this afternoon, her shoulders finally loosened its posture with no audience to maintain it for.

She took her phone from her pocket then her thumb hovered over it, sending a quick message to Fu Xuan.

[Me]: Hi, Fu Xuan. I might be late tomorrow. I’m accompanying the President for an extended meeting. Please keep an eye on the paperwork. I’ll do the rest on my return. Thanks a lot!

Fu Xuan’s reply came within few minutes.

[Fu Xuan]: Understood. Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle them.

Relieved on the response, Hysilens set the phone aside and exhaled.

Her gaze drifted to the corner table where she put the paper bag holding the plushie Cerydra had bought for her. The sight of it made her chest flutter. She rubbed her temples lightly. It really had been a long day.

From the helicopter ride till the yacht dinner’s unspoken formalities, Hysilens had an endless and invisible checklist of professional behavior. She had forced herself to steady through every shift of the atmosphere, every teasing remark from Cyrene and every moment where she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to react. And now that she was finally allowed to fall out of that frame, a heavy and cloudlike exhaustion sank into her bones.

It’s only been a day.

The thought slipped through her mind.

Well, technically two . . .

Ever since she started her week at ScepterTech, she promised herself she would stay professional, collected and competent. And yet she already felt this drained. Her eyes wandered towards the bathroom door.

Does she ever get tired?

The question just floated up.

Does she ever feel this strain?

Does she ever get worn out holding composure all the time?

Hysilens remembered every faint curve at Cerydra’s lips, the dryness of her tone softening just a little and the glimmer of warmth that surfaced only around particular people.

Maybe she does. She’s just actually good at hiding it.

Hysilens lowered her gaze to her own hands. And for a moment, she wondered what it would take for Cerydra to ever show that part to someone else at all.

The water stopped running. Hysilens straightened instinctively as she heard the bathroom door latch clicked. A soft rush of steam spilled into the room as Cerydra stepped out. She was already dressed in the sleepwear the hotel staff had delivered. Hysilens slipped past her with a polite nod, clutching her own fresh sleepwear to her chest.

“I’ll go quickly.”

She said.

The warm water helped but not fully. By the time she stepped back into the room, she noticed a figure by the wide glass window, framed by the moonlight. Cerydra stood in silence with her phone idle in one hand as if she had forgotten it was there. Instead of heading straight for the bed, Hysilens found her feet moving towards the terrace doors without much thought. The night air brushed her skin gently when she stepped outside beside Cerydra.

“You’re not planning to sleep yet?”

Hysilens asked softly. Cerydra didn’t turn and only kept her gaze on the stars glittering above the dark.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

She answered in a low and steady voice.

“But the breeze feels nice.”

They eventually retreated inside.

“You must be tired. Let’s get some rest.”

The invitation was simple but Hysilens still felt a shift in her chest. They had only shared a bed once, just last night and though nothing had happened, the unfamiliarity lingered at the edges of her awareness.

“Right . . . we have work tomorrow.”

She murmured but mostly to steady herself.

They both made their way to opposite sides of the queen-sized bed. The mattress dipped lightly beneath their weight and for a moment, the room held its breath. The night had settled until it became something comfortable rather than awkward.

Cerydra already closed her eyes, trying for sleep to claim her while Hysilens shifted onto her side and still making sure to keep a respectful inch of distance. After a moment, she asked softly.

“Does Ms. Cyrene knows about . . . our arrangement? The life-sharing thing?”

“No.”

 Cerydra answered. Her voice was low and even.

“That’s our little secret.”

Something in the way she said it sent a quick flutter through Hysilens’ chest.

“And since you haven’t told your friends.”

Cerydra added.

“I suppose it’s only fair.”

Hysilens nodded though Cerydra couldn’t see it.

“Fair enough.”

She murmured.

Silence settled again warm and strangely comforting.

“Good night, Hysilens.”

Cerydra said at last with her eyes still closed.

“Good night, President.”

She replied, letting the title serve as a careful boundary even as her heart thudded a little faster in the dark.

A few moments drifted by, Cerydra opened her eyes and let her gaze linger on the ceiling then on the woman beside her. Something unspoken stirred at the back of her mind.

“Hysilens . . .”

She began quietly, turning a little towards her.

“What if I’m starting to—”

But the rest of the sentence dissolved on her tongue. Hysilens was already fast asleep. Her breathing had evened out, soft and unguarded as fatigue claimed her completely. She must have fallen asleep the very moment she allowed her body to relax.

A small exhale escaped her. She watched her for a few seconds more with fondness softening the cold precision usually etched into her features.

“ . . . Never mind”

She murmured to the silence though she knew Hysilens couldn’t hear her.

Carefully, she shifted onto her back again, letting the room fall into stillness. She closed her eyes but despite her earlier claim of wanting to sleep, she remained awake for a while longer, listening to Hysilens’ breathing and feeling the unusual warmth of another presence beside her.

Only on the second day and yet it already felt different.

Chapter Text

The midday rush in the cafeteria carried random chattering from the employees and the clattering of utensils from the serving counters. Stelle sat alone at the corner table with only a simple salad for lunch. A tablet was propped beside her as she reviewed few notes before starting her next task. She sent her morning update to her employer, Cerydra.

[Me]: Good day, President. Everything is in order. I’ve completed the hand-off tasks Ms. Hysilens left and I’m coordinating smoothly with Director Cipher. As per the arrangement, I will continue on my post as a part-timer.
[Ms. Cerydra – CEO]: Good.

The reply was concise acknowledgment. Stelle was already used to these kinds of short and quick responses from her boss.

Halfway through her salad, the scrape of chairs caught her attention. Two young women put down their trays at the table just behind her. They were close enough that their conversation drifted easily over the soft cafeteria buzz.

“Any word from Hysilens?”

The gray-haired lady asked.

“Not since last night.”

The purple-haired lady simply answered then added, drawing curve into her lips.

“She probably transformed into an island girl overnight. That really sounds like fun.”

The gray-haired woman chuckled then, she responded.

“Well, can we blame her? A five-star hotel on an island? I’d disappear, too!”

Stelle kept her gaze on her plate, spearing another bite of greens although her ears stayed sharp.

Kafka gave a low laugh.

“But . . . I kinda miss her already. We have no one to tease now. Hope she’s doing fine.”

Stelle’s fork paused mid-air. She kept her posture neutral and shifted on her tablet but the conversation tugged her focus.

“She’ll be fine.”

Se-wan said as she chewed her rice. Then, she continued.

“Still, I wonder what kind of boss Ms. Cerydra is. You think she’s like those rumors?”

With a light voice, Kafka replied.

“I don’t think so. Intimidating, yes but . . . she’s so calm when we met her. Or . . . maybe we’ll hear wild stories when Hysilens is back.”

Stelle lowered her eyes to the screen, letting the words wash over her. Part of her itched to lean back and say something reassuring. But she reminded herself of her instructions of absolute discretion. Here, she was only a part-timer hire and not ScepterTech’s CEO’s confidante. No one knew about her except for Hysilens' department boss, Cipher and H&M's very own CEO Herta.

Behind her, the two friends continued their easy chatter about plans for the afternoon and the next project deadline. Their laughter was a counterpoint to the secret Stelle was carrying in silence.

                                                                           ***        

It was already late morning when the helicopter had taken Cerydra and Hysilens back to the office. Both returned seamlessly into their routines as if the island interlude had never happened. Meanwhile, Cyrene remained back in the island as she had planned to stay a few more days there to manage family affairs.

In the wide glass-walled cafeteria, the savory aroma of roasted meats mingled with the smell of the freshly baked bread. For once, Hysilens found herself in a rare midday lull. Cerydra had cleared her schedule today, leaving only a single private meeting later with the CEO of H&M.

Just one meeting?

Hysilens thought, putting down her tray onto a corner table.

And she doesn’t even want me there. What could they possibly discuss?

The curiosity itched at the back of her mind but Cerydra’s instructions had been clear. It was for Hysilens to focus on her desk work. Fu Xuan, her assistant for the week, settled across from her with a plate of steaming dumplings.

“Morning felt endless.”

She said with a small smile.

“I think we signed half the continent’s paperwork.”

Hysilens gave a light chuckle, keeping her professional tone in place.

“It was a solid stack. At least the President cleared the rest of the afternoon. You handled them well.”

Fu Xuan waved it off modestly.

“I’m used to it. My father runs a freight business back home. Paperwork is our family curse.”

“Back home? Where’s that?”

Hysilens asked, spearing a slice of grilled fish.

“Yuque.”

Fu Xuan replied.

“Seven hours by plane from here in the country.”

The name brightened a small memory.

“Yuque . . . my friend Kafka spent decades there.”

Hysilens said as she took a small sip of her water. She then continued.

“She isn’t a local. Her father’s job kept their family posted there for a long assignment. ”

Fu Xuan responded with her tone hinting of curiosity.

“Her name sounds foreign. I figured. But she must know quite a lot about Yuque if she lived there for a while.”

Hysilens responded as a touch of interest slipped through.

“Hmm. . . she always described how beautiful Yuque’s night sky is. Like . . . the stars and planets are more visible there compared to any places in the world.”

Fu Xuan’s eyes lit.

“Then she knows the real Yuque. You should visit if you can.”

She said with genuine enthusiasm softening her usually precise manner.

Hysilens allowed herself a small smile then took another deliberate bite of her fish. Outside the tall windows, the city shimmered under the early-afternoon sun as if it was just another quiet interlude before the rest of the day would unfold.

The time just slipped by in a steady rhythm until the appointed meeting hour.

Hysilens stood in the marble-lined lobby at the ground floor with a tablet tucked neatly against her arm. When the glass door of the main entrance slid open, H&M CEO, Herta stepped in. Her stride was unhurried and calm. Her sharp eyes scanned the space with a hint of amusement in her expression.

“Ms. Herta.”

Hysilens who was waiting for her in the lobby greeted her with a polite bow.

“Good afternoon. I’ll escort you to the President’s office.”

Herta’s gaze landed on her and recognition sparked almost instantly. A slight smile curved her lips.

“Enjoying too much here at ScepterTech.”

She clicked her tongue lightly and her eyes were gleaming. Both proceed to walk towards the private elevator.

“How’s their pace treating you? Don’t tell me they’ve already run you ragged? That would be such a waste of good talent.”

“I’m doing well, thank you.”

 Hysilens replied, keeping her professionalism steady. The elevator door slid open.

“It’s a different rhythm, but I’m adapting.”

“Mm . . .”

Herta could only lift a brow as if she’d known the answer all along.

“Of course you are. You always struck me as quick on your feet. Still . . .”

She gestured vaguely upwards as if pointing to the top floor of the building. There was a sly glint in her eyes.

“. . . don’t let HER steal all the credit for polishing you up. I’d like to think I had some part in that already.”

Hysilens allowed herself a brief and courteous smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The elevator doors slid open onto the top floor. Hysilens led the way through the hushed corridor with her heels clicking softly on the floor. The glass door of the CEO’s office opened. Cerydra was standing behind her desk with a tablet on one hand.

Hysilens walked Herta inside the office and gave another polite bow before leaving the two.

“Ms. Herta.”

Cerydra greeted professionally, stepping forward with a measured smile, offering a formal handshake.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice.”

Herta returned a firm handshake.

“Your invitation was . . . intriguing. I rarely postpone my own meetings but . . . I make exceptions for those who make them worthwhile.”

Cerydra gestured towards the leather chair opposite her desk.

“I appreciate that. I wanted to personally thank you for allowing me to immerse in your company operations last week. The experience was invaluable.”

Herta crossed her legs smoothly. There was a faint gleam of amusement in her eyes.

“Now, I have to ask . . . why would a renowned tech CEO . . .”

She motioned vaguely at Cerydra and continued.

“. . . suddenly decided to immerse herself in a junior position in my company? You didn’t even request to be placed in an executive seat at the very least. I can’t decide if it’s eccentric or brilliant.”

Cerydra’s expression didn’t flicker and her calm was almost disarming.

“I could get to see the finer details if I started from the bottom, couldn’t I?”

She folded her hands lightly on the desk. Her voice was smooth but resolute.

“The work gets overlooked when one only sees from the top.”

Herta leaned back as amusement sharpened in her expression.

“Hm. I suppose it takes a certain kind of confidence to abandon the view from the top just to sweep through the foundations. Not many would dare it.”

She tilted her head with her lips curving in a half-smile. Then Cerydra spoke.

“Let me keep it short. Your company stands out among your peers. I’d like to discuss the possibility of ScepterTech providing a tailored management-training program using our systems and analytics to help scale your growth.”

A flicker of pride touched Herta’s face though her tone stayed sharp.

“High praise from you, Ms. Cerydra. I don’t entertain outside assistance lightly. But since it is you, who’s personally offering it, I’m willing to examine it.”

“I’ll have my team draft a framework.”

Cerydra continued.

“We can arrange a follow-up to walk through the details. You’d have full access to our integration specialists.”

Herta inclined her head with a single elegant nod.

“Send me the preliminary scope and I’ll dissect it myself before we meet again. If your proposal stands up to scrutiny, I’ll commit. Let’s set the next meeting in two weeks. My office will coordinate with yours.”

“Agreed.”

Cerydra simply said.

“My team will handle all logistics and ensure the transition is seamless.”

Herta rose in a single fluid motion, offering her hand again.

“Then we’re finished here.”

Cerydra clasped her hand firmly.

“Until next time, Ms. Herta.”

Without another unnecessary word, Herta turned and retreated, leaving behind a trace of her signature perfume and the unmistakable impression of a deal worth pursuing.

***

Most lights were dim now. The hallway now of the support office’s floor was hushed except for the faint movement of the few remaining employees packing up. Cerydra’s last message still glowed on Hysilens’ phone screen.

[+12 3456 789]: You can head home. I’m staying late. Phainon can pick you up.

Hysilens finally typed back.

[Me]: I can stay and help.

Cerydra’s reply came fast.

[+12 3456 789]: It’s past your working hours. Go home, Hysilens.

She exhaled, pocketed her phone and walked towards the elevator anyway.

If I’m supposed to mirror the CEO’s week, I can’t just leave early.

She reluctantly thought.

The glass door of the CEO’s office opened with a soft hiss. Cerydra looked up from her laptop. The sunset was already painting the glass walls in dusky amber.

“I told you to go home.”

She said with one brow lifting.

“And your rule said I’m supposed to mirror you, right?”

Hysilens replied steadily.

“If you’re still working, I should at least stay . . . just in case you need my help.”

Cerydra leaned back slightly. There was a crease at the corner of her mouth.

“Persistent, aren’t we?”

“Just fulfilling my part.”

Hysilens said, matching her calm then another beat of silence.

“Fine.”

Cerydra said at last with a trace of warmth in her voice.

“Do as you please. You can wander around.”

“Understood.”

Hysilens stood for a moment then walked into the private lounge adjoining the CEO's office. Upon entering the lounge, there was a subtle crisp and clean scent mixed with the coffee aroma in the room. It was subtle but unmistakable. She caught herself inhaling before she could stop. There was a pulse of heat flickering low in her chest.

Ridiculous.

She scolded herself, moving towards the small coffee station.

She set two mugs beneath the brewer, deciding she might as well bring Cerydra one. By the time the machine finished, she convinced herself that the scent lingering in her head was just part of the office.

Carrying both cups back, she found Cerydra still by her desk.

“Coffee, no sugar.”

She said, placing one beside Cerydra. Cerydra glanced up, meeting her eyes for a second longer than necessary.

“Thank you.”

She said, giving her a soft smile.

Hysilens felt the warmth of that familiar scent again so she distanced herself and crossed to the couch on the far window instead. She settled there with her own cup, scrolling idly through her phone. The city lights beyond the glass pulsed like a slow heartbeat.

For a long moment, there was only silence in the room except for Cerydra’s fingers typing on the keys. Hysilens who was still sitting on the couch, set her empty mug on the side table and leaned back against the cushions.

The muted tap of keys finally stopped. Hysilens shifted as soft footsteps crossed the floor. Cerydra with her usual composure, sat beside her on the couch. The CEO’s voice came low and teasing like a quiet ripple against the late-night hush.

“Why stay here so long?”

She murmured.

“You could’ve gone back to the penthouse and rested properly? This couch can’t be comfortable.”

The nearness of Cerydra made the familiar scent bloom again, making it impossible to ignore at this point. Hysilens reached automatically for her coffee as to try to hide behind the cup, inhaling the bitter scent to steady herself.

“It’s empty.”

Cerydra observed with her eyes catching Hysilens’. Her lips curved in a knowing smile. Hysilens let out a short and awkward laugh.

“Oh. . . right. Then I . . . should make another.”

As she’s about to rise, Cerydra shifted closer. The heat of her presence brushed against Hysilens’ shoulder.

“Running away?”

The question came soft but edged. Her gaze held Hysilens in place.

“What are you even talking about . . .”

Hysilens managed though her voice faltered.

Cerydra leaned in just enough that the world narrowed to a single heartbeat. Her face drew near until the distance between them was a whisper.

But then, Hysilens jerked awake.

The office was quiet and the city lights were already shimmering beyond the glass. She was now lying properly with a soft blanket drawn over her shoulders, scented unmistakably of Cerydra’s perfume.

For a moment she stared at the fabric as heat prickled her skin.

A dream . . .

She told herself. The click of a drawer made Hysilens blink fully awake. Cerydra was standing now, gathering the last of her files before walking towards her direction.

For a beat, the sight felt like a perfect echo of the dream she’d just shaken off. Her heart kicked.

Not again . . .

Before she could stop herself, she shot upright.

“Uh . . . pinch me.”

Cerydra halted mid-step with her brows lifting.

“Excuse me?”

“Just . . . pinch me. Please.”

Hysilens straightened, half-flustered.

“I need to be sure this isn’t still . . . a dream.”

The CEO tilted her head with a faint amusement sparking in her eyes.

“I’m firmly against workplace violence.”

She said evenly.

“Even minor assaults.”

Hysilens exhaled then a chuckle broke through as she rubbed her own arm.

“Right. I’m awake. Definitely awake. Forget I said anything.”

Cerydra’s mouth curved the smallest fraction before she studied her a little more closely.

“What on earth were you dreaming about . . .”

She asked.

“. . . that made you need proof you’re awake?”

Heat rushed to Hysilens’ ears. The memory of that almost-kiss burned too vividly.

“It’s nothing.”

She said quickly, waving a hand.

“Just—uh—instant noodles talking to me. Weird stuff.”

One elegant brow arched.

“It made you ask for a pinch?”

“Very realistic . . . weird stuff.”

Hysilens replied as she grabbed her bag. Cerydra let the subject drop with a soft hum though the hint of a knowing smile lingered.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

They left the office side by side. In the basement garage, Cerydra’s blue convertible was already waiting. After a long but steady day at Sceptertech, neither spoke much as fatigue hung over them.

Hysilens who sat in the passenger seat watched the trail of streetlights blur past. Cerydra who was calmly driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting near the console focused her gaze on the road. Then, Hysilens’ phone buzzed. She stiffened slightly when she saw the caller ID lit up. She hesitated just long enough for Cerydra’s eyes to flick briefly towards her before returning to the road.

Finally, Hysilens inhaled then answered.

“Hello . . . Doctor Hyacinthia?”

“Good evening, Hysilens.”

The doctor greeted warmly and continued.

“It’s good to hear from you. How are you?”

“I’m well.”

She replied softly, glancing out the window.

“How about you?”

“I’m doing fine. Thank you for asking. Well . . . I’ll keep this short. I’m actually calling regarding next Friday’s schedule. We’re having another open visitation.”

Hysilens froze. The words sat heavily in her chest. It was not a mandatory check but just another event. This time, it would be a charity program which meant to uplift the patients and their families.

“It’s going to be a small center event.”

 The doctor continued gently.

“The patients will participate in small activities. Families are encouraged to attend for support. I thought I should inform you early and be able to attend this time.”

“I—”

The reply tangled on her tongue so she exhaled softly, steadying her voice.

“Maybe . . . next time, Doctor.”

There was no judgment on the line but only a soft hum of understanding from someone who had seen too many complicated reunions over the years.

“I understand.”

Dr. Hyacinthia said kindly.

“IThere will always be another opportunity.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course. One more thing before I let you go.”

Hysilens straightened slightly.

“There was someone who tried to visit your mother a few days ago.”

The doctor said.

“They claimed to be a relative.”

Hysilens’ brow furrowed. Her heartbeat kicked up in confusion.

“A . . . relative?”

“Yes. But since they couldn’t provide identification or supporting documents, we couldn’t let them in. Policy, you know.”

The city lights washed over Hysilens’ expression. There was concern and a faint prickle of unease for a moment.

“I see…”

She murmured.

“We don’t really . . . have relatives here. None that would visit her. Did they leave a name?”

“Unfortunately, no. They left before we could ask further. But I thought you should know.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Anytime. Call me if you need anything. Your mother is looking forward to see you very soon.”

The line ended with a soft beep. Hysilens lowered the phone to her lap as she stared at the dim screen. Her thoughts churned with the doctor’s words replaying and refusing to settle.

Someone tried to visit mother? Who could that be? And . . . why . . . .

Out of the corner of her eye, she felt Cerydra’s silent attention. She simply drove steadily but her gaze flicked towards Hysilens again for a brief moment enough to register the shift in Hysilens’ expression.

“You went quiet.”

Cerydra said calmly.Her tone was not demanding but undeniably attentive.

“Are you alright?”

Hysilens instantly straightened in her seat.

“I’m fine.”

She said but her words came out too quickly.

“It was just . . . family matter.”

Cerydra didn’t challenge her but the subtle tilt of her head told Hysilens she wasn’t convinced. When Cerydra spoke again, her voice was softer than usual as if her concern was stripped of any pressure.

“Hysilens.”

She said.

“If something bothered you . . . you can tell me. You don’t have to. . . but you can.”

That firm yet gentle tone slipped under Hysilens’ defenses with unsettling ease. She clasped her hands together on her lap. Her eyes were fixed forward. The light from the passing streetlamps brushed over her face in warm streaks.

“It’s nothing bad.”

She finally murmured.

“Just . . . unexpected.”

Cerydra remained silent, letting her continue. Hysilens exhaled softly. Cerydra did not push. Another few seconds of silence drifted between them. Then Hysilens continued with her voice now a little softer.

“She said someone tried to visit my mother. Someone who said they were . . . a relative.”

She shook her head slightly as her brows pulled in confusion.

“We don’t have any relatives here.”

Cerydra absorbed that information without interrupting. The soft glow of dashboard lights reflected in her eyes.

“Did she describe them?”

Cerydra asked even if she did not know who called Hysilens or the overall idea of the whole phone conversation.

“No. Just that they couldn’t provide an ID so the staff didn’t allow them in.”

Hysilens let out a slow breath.

“It’s probably nothing. Maybe a mistake.”

“Does it worry you?”

Cerydra asked simply but Hysilens hesitated. Then, she gave a smallest nod.

“A little. I don’t know who would go out of their way to visit her.”

Her voice dropped.

“Or why.”

“If you want, I can have someone look into it.”

Hysilens’ head whipped towards her in surprise.

“What? No—you don’t have to do that. It’s my family matter. I don’t want to involve you in—”

“I offered.”

The words were calm but gentle.

“And I won’t insist unless you want me to.”

Hysilens swallowed. Her throat tightened for a reason. After a moment, she shook her head lightly.

“Thank you, but . . . I think I should wait first . . . see if the doctor learns more.”

Cerydra inclined her head in a small and accepting nod.

“Then we’ll wait.”

‘We’ ? Why 'we' . . . .

Hysilens noticed.

Silence settled again. After a moment, Hysilens added quietly yet almost reluctantly.

“Thank you . . . for asking.”

Cerydra didn’t smile but her voice carried warmth.

“You’re always welcome.”

Hysilens stared out the window. Her chest had begun to feel tight like the kind of weight she used to drown out with cheap liquor back at home, or a glass of wine on nights when her thoughts ran too far ahead of her. She clasped her hands in her lap. After a long moment, she turned slightly towards Cerydra.

“Um . . .”

Her voice was almost embarrassed.

“When we get home . . . can we open a bottle of wine?”

Cerydra’s eyes flicked towards her again, understanding immediately. There was no judgment in them but only softness.

“If that’s what you want.”

She said.

“We can do that.”

Her agreement was gentle like she was giving Hysilens something fragile she asked for without saying why. And somehow, that made Hysilens’ chest loosen just a little.

“Thank you.”

She murmured.

The rest of the drive settled comfortably but heavy with thoughts.

Finally reaching home, Cerydra unlocked the penthouse door with her usual unhurried motion.
Hysilens stepped inside. Her thoughts still lingered on the phone call. She automatically drifted towards the couch like it’s her usual spot whenever they arrived home back at her apartment. But before she could sit, Cerydra called to her gently from the hallway.

“Come.”

She said, already holding the wine bottle and glasses for them both.

“The terrace is a better spot.”

Her tone was calm and certain enough that Hysilens found herself shifting direction without thinking much about it.

The terrace welcomed them with the cool night breeze. City lights glittered below. The distant echo of the traffic contrasted with the stillness up there, making the space feel suspended from the world.

Cerydra set the bottle and two glasses on the small table by the terrace railing. The city below shimmered in scattered light and above them stretched a clear night sky. They sat not across from each other but side by side, angled towards the view. Cerydra poured the first glass, sliding it gently towards Hysilens. Hysilens accepted it with both hands, letting her fingers warm the stem before finally taking a slow sip. It helped. Not the alcohol itself yet, but the ritual of it. For a long moment, neither spoke.

Eventually, the tightness in Hysilens’ chest eased just enough for her shoulders to drop. She let out a quiet breath, stared out into the skyline and took another sip.

Her gaze drifted then stalled. Cerydra’s telescope elegantly stood near the railing. Almost hesitantly, she still continued.

“ . . . You really like stargazing, don’t you?”

Cerydra followed her line of sight then leaned back slightly in her chair.

“It helps me calm my thoughts.”

She answered.

“And sometimes, it’s the only thing that feels . . . uncomplicated.”

Hysilens stared at her, surprised at the openness of it.

For a moment, she forgot about the phone call and the worry twisting in her stomach. She looked at the telescope again but this time with genuine curiosity.

“I’ve wondered.”

She murmured.

“What you look for up there . . .”

Cerydra didn’t immediately answer. Instead, she studied Hysilens’ face in the dim terrace lighting. There’s still a trace of tension lingering beneath her features but there was thoughtfulness in her eyes.

Then she finally answered.

“Peace, mostly.”

Her gaze returned to the sky.

Hysilens’ fingers tightened slightly around her glass. She had been chasing the same on some evenings. And tonight is one of those evenings.

Cerydra then set her wine aside.

“Would you like to try it?”

Hysilens straightened slightly.

“What?”

Cerydra’s voice stayed gentle.

“If you want to try, I'll teach you how to use it.”

Hysilens hesitated only a moment longer before a small nod slipped out of her.

“I . . . okay. Let me try.”

Cerydra’s lips curved faintly before she moved to the telescope. She adjusted the angle and the focus. Her movements were sure and almost reverent as if the act itself steadied her.

Hysilens watched her as curiosity stirred in her chest. This time, not just about the telescope but also about Cerydra with the calmness she had and the strange sense of peace she carried in moments like this. After few adjustments, Cerydra stepped aside.

“Try now.”

Hysilens approached slowly. She leaned slightly, fitting her eye to the lens. Her brows lifted in surprise.

The stars were clearer and sharper than she had expected. They were almost hypnotically close. It was like a slice of the sky that felt impossibly far yet intimately near at once.

“ . . . Oh.”

It slipped out almost automatically. Cerydra’s voice came from beside her, low and steady.

“The city has too much light pollution for perfect clarity. But on clear nights, you can still catch something worth looking at.”

Hysilens did not look away from the stars.

“This is wonderful.”

“Mm.”

Before stepping back from the telescope, she turned to face Cerydra.

“I think I understand now why you like it.”

Cerydra held her gaze. There was something gentle flickering just beneath her composed exterior.

“Good.”

She murmured.

And as Cerydra continued to show Hysilens the beautiful sky, the night wrapped around their silhouettes and the terrace felt like an island of its own where peace finally settled even for just a short moment.

Chapter Text

Thursday morning carried its usual hum of activity through ScepterTech’s support office’s floor. Hysilens sat on her work station as she sifted through the mountain of emails and calls queued overnight. Beside her, Fu Xuan perched with her own laptop open.

“As per our protocol . . .”

Fu Xuan reminded, pointing on the screen to highlight a flagged message.

“. . . you only escalate urgent and high-priority matters. Anything less gets rerouted or politely declined.”

Hysilens nodded, scanning the first cluster.

“Meeting requests, partnership pitches, product demos . . .”

She sighed softly.

“It feels like everyone wants five minutes of her time.”

Fu Xuan smirked faintly.

“Five minutes with the President is a year’s worth of PR for some of these people. Can’t really blame them.”

They went down the list together until Hysilens paused with her brows furrowing.

“This one says . . .”

She read slowly.

“ . . . I urgently request a meeting to showcase my invention. It’s a self-warming pillow.”

Fu Xuan glanced over with a deadpan expression.

“I don’t think thermal pillow falls under our R&D.”

Hysilens stifled a laugh, pressing a hand to her lips.

“I might have tried it, though. Well then. For this . . . I’ll . . . politely decline.”

They moved on, skimming through resumes mistakenly sent to the executive email instead of the HR. Hysilens tagged them for redirection but one message further down made her blink.

“Oh. This one . . .”

She trailed off and her cheeks threatened to warm.

“It’s . . . not business-related.”

Fu Xuan leaned in.

“Not business?”

Hysilens cleared her throat and read aloud.

“To Ms. Cerydra, I know this is only your Secretariat’s address but it’s the only way I could reach you. Please forgive the intrusion. You’re the most inspiring woman I’ve ever seen and if I never say it, I’ll regret it forever. If there’s even the slightest chance . . .”

Embarrassed to continue, she stopped herself.

“It turns into . . . well. A confession.”

Fu Xuan arched a brow. Her lips twitched as if holding back a laugh.

“That’s the third this month. Some people really don’t care that this is an official channel.”

“It feels . . . invasive.”

Hysilens muttered, clicking to close the message.

“The President’s personal contact is locked tighter than a vault. Her official social media accounts are on public. But I believe she rarely had the time to check them all one by one, let alone make a response? Only those who are known to her could actually connect with her a bit easier.”

Fu Xuan leaned back with a tone lightly teasing.

“Though apparently, her mystery only makes her more . . . appealing.”

Hysilens shook her head, amused despite herself.

“Unbelievable. How does she even handle this kind of attention?”

Fu Xuan’s smirk softened.

“She doesn’t. That’s why you and I exist.”

The desk phone buzzed softly beside Hysilens. She picked it up and straightened instinctively.

“Come to my office.”

Cerydra’s calm voice was faint behind the line.

“Understood.”

Hysilens simply replied, setting the receiver down. She turned to Fu Xuan with a polite smile.

“I’ll be back shortly.”

Fu Xuan only nodded then returned to focus on her files.

The glass doors of the top floor parted quietly. Hysilens stepped inside, holdng a tablet close to her chest. Cerydra was standing by her desk with a phone in hand. Without preamble, she tapped a command and a small ping sounded on Hysilens’ tablet.

“You’ve received something from me.”

Cerydra said then Hysilens checked. Her brows lifted in recognition. It was the e-coupon of Elysiae Hotel

“Cyrene sent it this morning. She asked me to pass it to you.”

Cerydra explained with her tone even and almost casual.

So she wasn’t really joking after all.

Hysilens exhaled softly, remembering Cyrene’s playful words back at the suite.

“Thank you. If you can send her my gratitude please?”

Hysilens murmured. She hesitated a moment then pulled out her phone, opening Winstagram and typed something.

“Do you know if she’s actually the one using her official account?”

She asked, turning the screen towards the CEO. Cerydra then leaned slightly to glance.

“Yes, that’s her.”

Immediately, Hysilens pressed the ‘follow’ button.

 “Then I’ll try sending her thanks directly too.”

She said but more to herself than anyone.

Cerydra’s gaze stilled thoughtfully before she asked almost offhandedly.

“Do you follow me on Winstagram?”

The question caught Hysilens off guard. She froze with her thumb still hovering over her phone.

“. . . no.”

Cerydra’s brow lifted. Her expression was composed but her voice carried a thread of dry amusement.

“So you follow Cyrene, whom you’ve only just met but not your own boss?”

Heat crept into Hysilens’ ears, losing her composed self she’s been maintaining during work hours.

“It’s not like that . . .”

“Mm.”

Cerydra folded her arms lightly. Her tone was calm but teasing.

“It feels unfair, doesn’t it? Following her and not me.”

Hysilens hesitated. She was staring at her phone before glancing up at Cerydra’s composed face.

“Fine. I’ll follow you.”

“Good.”

Cerydra said smoothly, returning to her desk. There was a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes. Hysilens tapped the search bar and typed her boss’ name. The first result was verified. She opened the account.

Cerydra’s Winstagram was curated with clean lines and muted palettes. There were mostly pictures of conference halls, city skylines then glimpses of airports and hotels.

Of course,

Hysilens thought with her lips twitching.

Even her social media feels like a corporate statement.

She scrolled further and paused when she saw a photo with Cyrene. Both of them were standing side by side at a gala with champagne glasses in hand. Hysilens blinked. She had never thought about looking before. She usually just doom-scrolled mindlessly. Following accounts was never her thing, let alone her boss’. But now with her thumb hovering, she finally pressed the ‘follow’ button.

A soft vibration buzzed almost instantly on Cerydra’s phone nearby. Without missing a beat, Cerydra reached for it, glanced down and with one fluid swipe, she tapped ‘follow back’.

Hysilens’ eyes widened.

“You—”

Cerydra looked up at her with the faintest curve to her lips and unbothered.

“What?”

Hysilens stammered.

“You don’t have to—”

“I follow all relevant accounts.”

Cerydra said, cutting her off in her composed tone though her gaze held a glimmer of amusement.

“And you, my secretary . . . is relevant.”

The word hung in the air heavier than it had any right to be. Cerydra finally leaned back in her chair. Her tone returned to business.

“That’s all for now. You may return to your desk.”

“. . . yes, President.”

Hysilens replied with a short bow of her head. She adjusted her tablet against her chest and turned to leave with steps brisk but steady. The door smoothly slid apart behind her.

Silence lingered in the CEO’s office. Cerydra’s gaze shifted to her phone once more. She unlocked her screen almost absently, opening Hysilens’ Winstagram account. The feed stretched further than she expected, enough to sketch an outline of Hysilens’ world.

There were candid shots of blurry streets, Hysilens in profile leaning across a café table, another where her face was lit by the soft glow of an arcade machine as she calmly played. She rarely posed for these. They felt caught rather than arranged yet the lens still favored her.

Scrolling down, vacation photos appeared with pastel skies over a coast, narrow cobblestone alleys in an old town and some corner of a hotel balcony where Hysilens stood with her back to the camera as her hair was lifted by the wind.

Then came the familiar faces of Se-wan and Kafka with a few others, laughing over food.

She noticed something. It wasn’t the image that caught Cerydra most though. It was the way Hysilens put captions. She had not expected it from someone like Hysilens who sometimes tease her with sarcasm and sharp look.

A seaside photo marked with: “Waves do come and go. At least they always return.”
A shot of lamplight at dusk captioned: “Some nights, silence says more than company.”

Cerydra’s thumb hovered over the screen longer than she intended. Each line was simple yet weighted as if Hysilens had written them for herself more than for anyone who might scroll by.

Cerydra scrolled to the latest post and paused. The photo showed the stingray plush she had given Hysilens, nestled on the duvet with her hand gently resting on top of it. Beyond the glass wall, the infinity pool shimmered lightly under the night sky with the stars sparkling above.

Beneath the photo, Hysilens had written: “It’s the small and gentle things that remind us we’re not adrift.”

Cerydra’s lips curved into a slow and quiet smile. There was something about the framing, the soft touch of Hysilens’ hand, the serene view and the calm glow of the evening that made the simple plush feel like a message meant only for her. It was fleeting yet it tugged her attention in a way few things did. She felt a warmth that wasn’t usually so easy to access and without thinking, she let herself simply enjoy the quiet sentiment, storing the image and the thought behind it somewhere private.

Cerydra continued scrolling until the tone shifted. The colors dulled slightly and the resolution became softer as if years fell away with each swipe.

There was a photo taken on what looked like a school field. Hysilens stood among a cluster of classmates, younger by more than a decade. Her expression was unguarded in a way Cerydra had never seen.

Another photo followed in a music room. Instruments lined the walls as Hysilens stood near a percussion with classmates crowding around. Her hair was shorter then.

Further down was a photo of a convenience store at night with the fluorescent lights harsh overhead. Hysilens sat on the curb with two friends as snacks spread between them. Her blazer was gone and her sleeves were rolled up as if the world had been simpler enough to forget appearances entirely.

Cerydra then slowed, realizing how much time she’s been looking at Hysilens’ account. Setting the phone face down on the desk, she let her composure slid back into place. There was still work to do.

***

Back at her desk, Hysilens pulled out her phone and searched the account. The profile was exactly as she expected with sunlit travel photos, oceans and skylines and candid smiles that felt effortless. Upon checking her notification, she was surprised.

She followed back . . .

Hysilens let a short moment slipped by then finally, she tapped the message button.

[Hysilens]: Thank you again for last Tuesday. And for coupons. I honestly didn’t expect it, but I’m very grateful.

She sent it, fully expecting the message to sit unread for hours. But it didn’t. Barely five minutes passed before a new message notification appeared.

[Cyrene]: Hysilens!
[Cyrene]: You’re welcome! 
[Cyrene]: I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. And I meant what I said. Take good care of Cerydra and the hotels are always open to you. ( • ᴗ - )

Hysilens blinked, then smiled despite herself.

[Hysilens]: I’ll do my best.

Another reply came almost instantly.

[Cyrene]: Good! <3

Hysilens locked her phone. The smile lingered as she returned to her work.

***

The last meeting of the afternoon ended just as the sky outside began to shift from gold to amber. Documents were stacked neatly, polite goodbyes were exchanged and the conference room slowly emptied.

From the conference room, Hysilens gathered her tablet and notes, smoothing her blazer as she stepped out into the corridor. Cerydra walked beside her until their paths split with Cerydra retreating to the elevator heading to the top floor office while Hysilens turning to walk towards her desk.

Just before parting, Cerydra’s voice cut in.

“Come to my office when you’re done.”

“Yes, President.”

Hysilens replied, dipping her head slightly into a small bow.

She returned to her desk, slipping into her chair where the late-day hush had already settled over the floor. Most of her colleagues were wrapping up with their monitor screens dimming and setting their tablets aside. Hysilens quickly organized her notes and shut down her desktop, preparing herself to leave.

Her phone buzzed before she could stand.

[Director Cipher]: How are you holding up? Everything fine on your end?

Hysilens’ lips curved slightly as she typed back.

[Me]: Good afternoon, Director. Thanks for checking on me. Everything’s been great, actually.

She hesitated a second, then added.

[Me]: Workload’s different but manageable. You don’t have to worry about me, Director.

Cipher’s typing dots flickered for a long pause before finally responding.

[Director Cipher]: Good to hear. But I’ll admit, I miss having you around the team.
[Director Cipher]: Ms. Cerydra’s secretary, Stelle is holding her own just fine. But she doesn’t throw me the same unimpressed looks you do when I’m rambling. It’s oddly disappointing.

Hysilens’ lips tugged into a small and helpless smile. She could almost hear Cipher’s voice behind the words.

[Director Cipher]: I’m looking forward to see you again next week here in our office.
[Me]: Understood. I’ll see you next week, Director.

Slipping her phone into her pocket, she exhaled softly then straightened her posture. It was now time to face Cerydra upstairs.

Upon reaching the CEO’s office, Cerydra was already tidying her desk.

“Done?”

Cerydra asked, looking up to Hysilens.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

The ride back to the penthouse was quiet. The city lights slid across the tinted windows, painting fleeting shapes across Hysilens’ reflection. She sat still with her hands folded on her lap but her thoughts refused to settle. Something inside her tugged restless like a craving for something simpler than the proper dinners and rollercoaster routines that had defined her past days at ScepterTech. Her lips parted just before she could think.

“Could you . . . drop me off nearby?”

She asked softly. Her tone was careful.

“I just . . . need to meet with someone.”

Cerydra’s eyes shifted to her through the mirror with one brow lifted.

“Mmmm.”

Hysilens replied too quickly as she’s trying to hold her composure.

“It won’t take long.”

Cerydra didn’t press further though a knowing smile touched her lips.

“Lying doesn’t suit you.”

She said almost like a passing remark. Then, as if it were the most natural thing for her to say, her voice softened into a calm instruction.

“Don’t stay out too late. If you need me to pick you up, message me.”

Hysilens swallowed against the warmth that curled at her chest.

“Understood.”

The car slowed to the curb. Once she stepped out, the door closed then she watched the blue convertible pull away until it disappeared into the stream of lights.

The air outside was cooler than she expected. She walked with measured steps on the pavement until the neon glow of a convenience store came into view. The bell above the door chimed lightly as she entered. The sound carried her back to habits she hadn’t touched in days.

Her body already knew what it wanted. She walked towards the chilled shelf for liquor then to the cup noodle section. After paying her purchases over the counter, she sat by the long side table near the window and let herself breathe.

It’s been a while.

She thought, twirling the noodles using her chopsticks and with two canned beer beside it.

I’ve been drinking only expensive wines recently. That’s good enough. That’s progress.

The first sip of alcohol sank warmly into her, loosening the stiffness of her shoulders. Her head felt just a little heavy but it was the kind of heaviness that felt upon withdrawing from old habits. For the first time in a while, she felt like herself again.

Meanwhile at the penthouse, Cerydra sat out on the terrace with a half-drained glass of wine resting in her hand and the bottle on the table. The cool air brushed against her skin but it only did a little to settle the restlessness threading through her chest.

She thought she’d grown used to silence. It had been her companion for years yet tonight, the silence felt heavy and almost intrusive. For the past several days, it hadn’t been this quiet at all. Hysilens’ presence had filled the penthouse in subtle ways like her footsteps on the living room, her voice drifting from the kitchen or the way she lingered in spaces Cerydra had once considered empty.

Hours just flew by until it was almost midnight. Cerydra had not yet received any messages from Hysilens. It was not that Cerydra demanded one but the thought needled her anyway.

Where exactly did she go?

She tried reading random books earlier. She tried checking the usual streams of updates, the endless flow of numbers, charts and headline but none of them held her attention. All that remained to do was this wine and the steady glow of the city.

Then faintly, there was a sound.

Cerydra straightened. It was not the elevator nor the usual hush of the attendants moving through their routine when cleaning her penthouse. It’s like a gentle melody drifting from the living room.

She rose from her seat by the terrace railing, placing her glass down on the table and walked towards the door to check what’s she’s hearing.

By the grand piano, Hysilens was seated. Her fingers were gently playing the keys with ease. The light melody rose and fell, carrying through the  living room like a lullaby.

For a moment, Cerydra simply stood by the door and watched in the shadows. The sight was oddly grounding but then, Hysilens froze mid-note as she felt the shadow fall across her shoulders. She turned slightly, catching sight of Cerydra in the dim light.

“You play well.”

Cerydra finally said. Her voice was calm yet edged with amusement.

“But do you often trespass on other people’s instrument this late at night?”

Hysilens gave a nervous little laugh.

“Ah, sorry. I thought you’d already gone to bed. Didn’t expect you to be there.”

“I could not sleep.”

Cerydra replied. She stepped closer then stood by the piano.

“Perhaps you should teach me.”

Hysilens arched a brow at her as curiosity was mixing with doubt.

“Wait. You really don’t know how to play?”

“No.”

Cerydra answered simply. Hysilens blinked once. Then twice.

“That’s . . . hard to believe.”

“And why is that?”

Hysilens hesitated then shrugged lightly.

“Well . . . I don’t know. I just assumed . . . rich families usually enroll their kids in expensive music lessons. Piano . . . violin. Something like that.”

A faint smirk tugged at Cerydra’s lips.

“And where did you get that idea?”

She tilted her head slightly and then continued.

“From the dramas you like watching?”

Hysilens flushed.

“No! Well . . . maybe.”

Cerydra let out a soft chuckle and shook her head.

“I didn’t grow up learning music. My schedule was filled with other things.”

She glanced at the piano again with her tone casual.

“I bought it because it’s beautiful.”

Hysilens stared at her for a moment then chuckled under her breath, regaining just enough composure to tease back.

“What a shame though. Such a beautiful piano only to become a decoration because its owner doesn’t play.”

Without hesitation, she sat beside Hysilens on the bench.

“Then consider it an honor . . . to be the one who teach me.”

The way Cerydra seemed to be serious about it made Hysilens agree.

“Hmm . . . okay. Let’s see . . .”

She tried to be casual and placed Cerydra’s hand on the keys.

“Start here. Hold the chords like this. Don’t worry you’ll just repeat it few times.”

Cerydra followed. The touch to the keys were stiff at first then turned more fluid after few tries. Hysilens guided her gently, repeating the sequence until the sound came smoother. Then, with her own hands moving to make the melody, she layered the notes over Cerydra’s rhythm.

Recognition flickered in Cerydra’s eyes as the tune finally made sense to her.

This song . . .

She thought to herself. Hysilens on her side then absently let her voice slip in as if to keep their tempo intact.

“♫ Let my heart bravely spread the wings ~”

“♫ Soaring past the night ~”

Cerydra’s fingers almost faltered on the keys. The sound of Hysilens’ voice wrapped around the music as her chest warmed.

“♫ To trace the bright moonlight ~”

“♫ Let the clouds heal me of the stings ~”

She found herself listening less to the piano and more to Hysilens. The way her singing held an ease and sincerity tugged her guard.

“♫ Gently wipe the sorrow off my life ~”

“♫ I dream ~”

When the final note faded, silence filled the space. Slowly and almost naturally, they turned towards each other. Hysilens broke the silence first. There was a nervous yet teasing smile forming on her lips.

“You seem to really like this artist to have vinyl records lined up on your cabinet so . . . you should at least know how to play one of her songs.”

Cerydra’s response was a warm chuckle. It was low and genuine. Her eyes lingered on Hysilens longer than she should have. She felt an undeniable spark fluttering in her chest. Before she could think more, she leaned in without hesitation as if guided by an intention that felt clear and unguarded. Hysilens felt the shift immediately. Her heart stumbled loud in her ears. Instinctively, her body answered faster than her thoughts. She stayed still and leaned forward just enough.

Then, their lips met.

The kiss was soft and unhurried like a careful meeting rather than a rough collision. Cerydra kissed her with gentle assurance as if she were offering something rather than taking. Hysilens returned it for a few breaths, letting herself feel the warmth and the steadiness of it. The pull was undeniable.

Then reality caught up.

Hysilens retreated slowly, breaking the kiss with a gentle withdrawal rather than a rejection. Her breath came shallow as she opened her eyes and turned her face slightly away.

Cerydra instinctively leaned in again but stopped the moment she sensed the shift in Hysilens’ expression.

“Hysilens.”

She gently called. The silence felt different now. It was intimate and charged. Hysilens’ breath was uneven as she tried to steady her thoughts.

That just . . . happened. Did it happen? N-no . . . . no way.

She almost immediately remembered those fleeting images in her mind where Cerydra almost kissed her. There was a creeping thought whispering to her that this couldn’t be real.

Maybe I had dozed off in the room already? Perhaps I was asleep here on the piano?

Her voice trembled as she muttered, finally turning to Cerydra once more.

“Pinch me.”

Cerydra’s lips curved into the softest smile. Her gaze which did not leave Hysilens was tender.

“Are we not clear?”

She murmured.

“I don’t tolerate violence.”

Then her voice dropped even gentler. Her eyes still held Hysilens’ with fondness.

“And you’re not dreaming, if that’s what you mean.”

Hysilens’ face warmed. The weight of the moment was too much for her to bear all at once. She pushed back, fumbling slightly as she rose.

“I—um . . . I should . . . wash up. It’s already late, and . . . we need to sleep.”

Cerydra didn’t stop her and didn’t tease further. She just watched her escaping towards the bathroom.

Left alone, Cerydra gently touched her lips, letting herself smile as though savoring the echo of what just happened.