CHAPTER 3

The entire executive committee filled the seats of the conference room at six o'clock the next morning. The atmosphere in the entire building was bleak and heavy, and everyone couldn't help but stop themselves from shedding a tear. 

The sound of approaching footsteps prompted me to fix my posture. 

“Good morning.” Spencer walked to the front. “As we all know, Julius Johnson, the founder of SPA Network Corp just passed away last night,” he said in a deep, chilled monotone. “And while we are still figuring out how to get back to our feet from last week's decline in ratings and profit, I will be taking over his position.” 

The indistinct chattering from the members of the committee suddenly filled the room. “I know everyone is saddened by my father's death but may this event not distract us from saving the company from bankruptcy. Thank you.” 

And then he left. 

I wanted to go after him. Follow him to perhaps offer my condolences. But he was not in the right mood. Or at least I thought. 

In the middle of the noise made by the members of the committee, my phone buzzed on the sound of a familiar notification. 

“See me in Studio 1. Now.” 

As far as I knew, Studio 1 is where the number one show of the company was being held. A musical game show which had always been a hit in all social media platforms but failed to maintain its ratings last week. The very reason why I was scolded on my first day, as if it was my fault that the show didn't make it to the charts. 

Anyway, I did not reply a single word to his message, but instead worked my way to the ground floor where the studio was located. 

When I arrived, the studio was closed. But it did not have any locks or chains on its doors. I looked around to check if anyone was looking, and then when cleared, I got in. 

Blinding darkness welcomed me. There were no lights at all— not even a mere laser light that normally came from CCTV cameras. I suddenly wondered if this was really the studio my boss was talking about. 

Until after walking several meters ahead, I felt strong arms grabbing me by the waist. I was shocked at first. But then, a whisper followed. “Don't worry, it's me.” The voice was familiar. Even the warm breath that got to my neck was familiar. 

“B—boss? What—what are we doing here?” 

“Stop acting like you have no idea. Stop acting like you don't want this,” he said as he spun me around to face him. Even in darkness, I saw his blue eyes sparkled. 

He walked forward, pushing me until I hit something. It was a table. The impact was so hard it shook and caused everything on it to fall to the floor. I almost lost control of my balance if not for my hands which subconsciously grabbed his chest. 

It was when I realized he was already topless. 

“You want it too, don't you?” He leaned forward, his upper body drawn closer to mine. Despite my clothes on, I still felt his warm temperature. 

He spread my arms on the table, locking his fingers onto mine as they pressed it hard until I barely moved them. He then pecked me to the cheek. His stubbles tickling my face.  

As he continued down my neck, I couldn't help but just let out a soft moan. I wanted to break free— but a part of me wanted to continue this either. 

When he sensed that I was no longer forcing his arms off, he clasped his hands on my shoulders. At this point, my entire body was already on the table. Slowly but surely, he ripped my shirt, starting from the collar down to my abdomen. He made it sound so easy— as if he was only ripping a piece of paper. 

“I just want you to know—” he said, scooping his mouth to mine, “that I've never been this horny my whole life.” 

His tongue forced its way into my mouth, playing around inside me. For a second, it felt so weird. But then after some time, I found myself enjoying it. 

We kissed intimately for the next couple of minutes. 

I felt a rush of heat flowing all over my body, that I did not know I was already taking my pants off voluntarily. In the darkness, we were both naked. 

He flipped me upside down. “God, I’ve always wanted to try this!” 

“But boss, are you not supposed to be grieving?” I asked, still hesitant, whether or not I would agree on what he was about to do next. 

“I am grieving.” He grunted, and for a moment, I felt a thick, massive, and hard thing slapping my back. “But I am in a different mood at this time.” 

I only closed my eyes as I accepted my fate. I’ve never been in this situation before. I never had sex. I never imagined doing it with a guy even. Worse with my boss. 

But to be honest? I kind of wanted it. I was ready for it. 

If only not for the opening of doors of the studio that ruined the moment.