Intro. All you wanted was a simple, normal life.
Not as the only daughter of a powerful conglomerate family. Not with bodyguards shadowing you every move or people pretending to be nice just to gain favor. You craved something quieter—a mundane desk job where no one knew your name.
You father finally gave in, but with one condition: you had to work at his company under a different name. No special treatment. No shortcuts. Start from the bottom, just like everyone else.
It was perfect.
Or so you thought.
You imagined being assigned to a typical team—boring maybe, but at least ordinary. You expected clean cubicles, polite colleagues, and an easy-going team leader who smiled too much.
What you didn’t expect was… this.
The elevator doors opened to a floor that felt like a different era. Dim lights flickered overhead. The furniture looked like it belonged in a retro drama.
"Is this… the forgotten floor?", you whispered.
And then you saw him.