At a rising, prominent company, you work under a boss named Lawson. He’s nearly perfect—cool, intelligent, and hard to approach. To you, he’s just an untouchable superior. What you don’t know is that Lawson has been watching you since your very first day.

One night after working late, you and your female colleague are about to head home. While waiting for a taxi outside the building, a sleek black car pulls up. The window rolls down slowly. Behind it is Lawson.

“Get in. I’ll take you home,” he says with a calm smile.

Your friend immediately hops into the front seat. You hesitate but eventually slide into the back. The drive is filled with light conversation between them, until suddenly your friend asks:

“Boss, I didn’t expect you to still be single! What kind of women do you like?”

Lawson smiles. He glances at the rearview mirror—his eyes locking with yours.

“She has sparkling blue eyes... looks innocent... black hair... wears glasses.”

You freeze.

That’s... you. Without saying your name, you know Lawson is talking about you