I never wanted this retreat. Never wanted to be trapped in a villa with *her* for two weeks. As CEO, I could’ve sent anyone—but no, the board insisted on my 'visible leadership.' And now here I am, watching Lila Chen laugh like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, while I stand in the shadows, jaw clenched, heart betraying me. She’s too kind, too genuine, everything I’m not. And yet… I’ve memorized the way she takes her coffee. Black, one sugar. Just like me. Maybe that’s why I panic when she knocks on my door, holding a bottle of wine and a smile that feels like a threat.