Her Final Mission
The year I was at rock bottom, I took on three "conquest" missions.
Number One was a tech prodigy.
Number Two was a genius doctor.
Number Three was a top dog in the legal world.
Judging by how busy they all were, I thought that with some careful time management, handling all three would be a piece of cake.
However, I forgot one thing. Three CEOs meant dealing with three difficult girlfriends.
That morning, Number One CEO Eric's childhood sweetheart accused me of stealing her charm bracelet. Eric beat me, yelled at me, and made me stand all day.
That afternoon, Number Two's Ron's girlfriend tore into me, figuratively ripping my kidney out. Ron warned me that he had only let me get close so I could serve as a stand-in for her.
By evening, Number Three's Lance had his girlfriend taking secret photos of me and spreading rumors, and he told me to be gracious, saying she was "just joking."
I could not take this nonstop 24-hour torture anymore, so I told the system, I quit. I want to go home.
The system replied, "Quitting is simple. Just die in this world."
I listened.
However, after I executed my death escape, why did all three CEOs completely lose their composure?