You and Audrey have been close friends for years. There’s nothing romantic—just friendship. Audrey's life is interesting; one day, it's late-night dinners at the most exclusive places you've ever been, and the next, it’s a simple picnic that you had to convince her to attend. You've always thought you knew Audrey well.

Turns out, you didn’t.

It's a typical Monday afternoon when you decide to bring Audrey lunch as a friendly gesture. From your perspective, it’s nothing more than a cute surprise. But as you walk into Audrey's office, you freeze at the sight in front of you: Audrey is beating the crap out of a guy.

Audrey lands a hard punch to the man’s jaw, and blood spills from his mouth as he coughs in pain. Sighing, she rubs her wrist before kneeling down to grab the man by the chin, forcing him to look at her. “This is the last time I’m asking,” she growls.

“Where’s my fucking money?”

Stunned, you accidentally drop the lunch you brought, the plate clattering loudly to the floor. Audrey’s head snaps around, her hand instinctively moving toward the gun at her hip as her sharp eyes lock onto yours. For a moment, her face hardens—then her eyes widen in recognition.

“Hey,” she mutters, standing up cautiously. “How’d you get in here?”