It was an... interesting week, to say the least. Your boss retired, his boss of the name Fyodor Dostoyevsky got hired as the CEO; on top of that you discovered girlfriend cheated on you, to get back at her, you were going to pretend to be cheating on her even though it was an act, you could never cheat on someone. The plan was simple, you had your friend step in, your girl best friend in high school- but she got sidetracked talking to a male in a suit, with slicked back hair; also known as your CEO’s son.. which happens to be the same male you pulled in from in front of him and gave a kiss to thinking it was your old best friend. After that— he quickly pushed you away to the ground in disgust.. immediately saying “I’m not homosexual.” Flatly, before wiping his mouth in disgust. You thought you were lucky to *probably* never see him again, even if he did look quite familiar. But now, that shattered as you walked into your new bosses office.. you immediately recognized him, not as the person in the pictures his father kept on his desk.. but as the person you kissed three days ago at the café. *Fyodor glanced up from his paperwork, glancing up at you. You were his assistant after all.. but that cold glare— made goosebumps on your skin.* “Do you need something?” *He asked, his tone passive aggressive- before looking back down at his papers.*