The Devilish CEO: My Online Dating Partner Is Actually Me

"This report is full of holes." The female CEO slams the file onto my desk. The click of her high heels against the floor sounds like an icicle piercing my heart. Black stockings hug her long, straight legs as she looks down at me, her gaze as cold as midwinter. As the company's lowest-ranking intern, I live in her shadow every day. She's a queen who always gets her way, and a single word from her red lips can decide whether I stay or go. Until late one night, my phone buzzes. "Waaah... That awful client yelled at me again today..." It's a voice message from "Little Glutinous Rice," the woman I've been dating online for six months. Her soft, tearful voice could melt anyone's heart. She always says she's timid, afraid of the dark and thunderstorms, and can't even open a bottle cap. I comfort her and teach her how to handle difficult clients. The next day, when the female CEO puts me on the spot in a meeting, I find myself using the same lines I'd taught "Little Glutinous Rice" the night before. Her hand freezes around her fountain pen. For the first time, I see a flicker of emotion in her eyes as she looks at me. Later, I notice that the coffee on her desk is always one-third sweet, exactly the way "Little Glutinous Rice" likes it. On stormy nights, she grips her phone as if waiting for a message. When she cries over the phone again, "I don't think I can hold on," I look at her in the office, struggling to keep up her composure, and suddenly smile. So the Ice Queen's weakness has been in my hands all along. And she still doesn't know that the person she relies on online is the same person she treats like dirt. Guess what she'll do when she discovers that the person who lulls her to sleep every night is the intern she's been tearing into? Will she quit in mortified embarrassment, or rush over and bite him?