MY BREATH ON A CEO'S •SYNOPSIS• Could longing for a thing entail a call for brevity on oneself? Mildan didn't stop even when her breath cringed for survival. Her body cries for peace, her desire pierces an array of death. What's the idea of pursuits for desire if thus, requires wildness of bizarre? What could make one go this far? What desire? Fame? Rich? Gold digger? Love? Downfall? Will? What?! Check this out to find out.