Melda sat absentmindedly on the edge of the bed. The room was quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioner. Her slender hand gently touched her still swollen lips. The burning sensation from the raw kiss of President Alan lingered on her tongue, as if he were still sitting in front of her.
"Why..."
She murmured to herself in confusion.
Why did he suddenly do that? He usually despised her.
The cruel memories from the past flooded back. The image of her meticulous boss looking at her with disdain as if she were trash.
"I hired you to use your brain, not to look stupid at me."
"Can't you handle such a simple task? If you can't, just quit."
Those words had always pierced her heart. She knew she was just a plain IT employee, not strikingly beautiful, not a genius, just an ordinary wom
