After ten years of sincerity, he crushed me with his own hands. He stepped on my corpse and rose to the top, becoming the president of a listed company with unlimited glory, holding a new love in his arms and holding power and money in his hands.
After three years of dormancy, I changed my appearance and, as a newcomer, stepped into his office building, which was rotten from the ground up.
There are married executives who take advantage of the unspoken rules of their authority to broadcast, there are single mothers who enrich themselves by false claims, there are greasy leaders who rely on connections to show off their power, there are capital spies who hide behind the camera to monitor everyone, and there are partners and lovers who watch everything with cold eyes.
And standing at the top is the man I have hated for ten years, Leo.
He didn't recognize me, he just thought I was a docile and obedient little assistant, and even wanted to develop me into another of his obedient pawns.
He didn't know that I was carrying a bag full of recordings, running water, and evidence, just like I was carrying a match that could light up the entire building.
I want to tear apart everyone's fig leaf and let the nastiness hidden in the shadows be exposed to the sun.
I want him to taste what it feels like to fall from the clouds into the mire.
This office building is an airtight iron cage, containing a group of beasts biting each other.
And I am the one who is here to weld the last door of this cage.
