Uncontrollable anger.

The unfairness of it all.

And shame.

That’s what she feels right now.

Anger, towards the CEO because she just completely disregard her life, as if it didn’t matter at all.

Unfair, because she was used by the CEO- without even knowing what was going on.

And filled with shame, because she honestly and naively thought that the heiress wanted to be her friend.

But now, here they are.

Her pitiful self; her overcoat and red dress fully soaked under the rain, her bare feet pulsating with pain and her makeup were all smudged up- whether from the rain or her tears, she doesn’t know. And there the heiress stands next to her car, underneath her umbrella with her burgundy-coloured suit, staring back at her without any expression at all.

A habit that she comes to hate.

That woman is the reason for all of this.