*Song: Heartbreak Anniversary by Givēon*

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I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night after Danielle and I kissed.

I texted her 'I'm home' right after I entered my flat and waited for her to reply. However, unsurprisingly, she never did.

I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I didn't think it'd be career-wise since Danielle was my boss, and I wasn't sure if she'd file a sexual harassment complaint against me.

Nah, she wouldn't. She was too discreet to do that.

Still, I didn't tell anyone because if I did, I would probably have to mention my sex dreams about someone that wasn't Danielle but was definitely her.

Now, when I closed my eyes, the touch of Danielle lingered on my skin, along with the secure sensation from my dreams.

I couldn't really tell the difference anymore. They were both her. The other could possibly be from another spacetime if you believed in those things.

I finally make it to Monday (I've never been more relieved to go to work on a Monday), I leave for the office ten minutes earlier than usual, hoping to go in before her and make myself mentally prepared to face her.

I go into the empty office, sitting at my desk.

I'm gonna ask her what that kiss means.

It's okay if she wants to take it slow first, I've got time. It shouldn't be a problem anyway since we don't have a 'no dating' rule in the company.

I look at the clock on the wall impatiently and shift my eyes back to my laptop screen as if it'd make time goes faster.

When the clock hands strike at 8.40 am, the office door opens, and Danielle Osis walks in.

She freezes for a split second when her eyes meet mine. The surprise in her eyes soon is replaced by annoyance and coldness.

'Morning.' I say with a weak smile.

'Morning.' She says without looking at me, walking straight to her desk.

I sigh and gather my courage, standing up and walking to her side.

'I hope we can talk.' I say, looking up at her stone-cold face.

She takes a breath, continuing to pull her things out from her bag, 'There's nothing to talk about.'

I raise a brow. Dismissive much?

'Um, as I recall, there was something last Saturday night.' I remind her kindly.

She groans, looking straight ahead at the wall, 'We were drunk. It shouldn't have happened. End of story.'

What the heck bitch?

'But, Danielle-'

'Don't call me that.' She cuts me off, finally looking down into my eyes.

'I allowed you to call my first name that night only, afterwards, I'm Ms Osis, your boss.' Her blue eyes are covered in a sombre storm that I can't look past.

'Whatever happened back there, stays there. Don't ever mention it to a soul in the office. Got it?' She scowls, declaring in a stern but monotonous tone.

She's back to her distant bitchy self as if the person I met on Saturday was merely an imagination.

I gulp bitterly, averting my eyes from her face, only finding my voice back after a few seconds.

'Okay, if that's what you want.' I say huskily.

'It's how it should be.' She walks away from me and sinks into her chair. 'I believe you've got work, Ms Carlos?'

I inhale and nod. I feel like my cheek is twitching, something watery is running up to my eyes.

'Excuse me.'

I quickly walk out of the office and to the toilets.

I didn't think she'd be this cold. But, again, what was I thinking?

Surely this is not some fairytale that she'd change overnight and become less of a stone-hearted witch.

Of course, she's not risking her career for some stupid office affairs even though there's barely any risk.

I could tell from how she looked at me that night, she definitely felt something for me. Why not talk about it and let it grow itself?

I splash water on my face, trying to wake myself up from the unrealistic hope I had before it was crushed by the she-devil.

It doesn't matter now.

She shut me out completely. I would wait, only if she gives me a reason to.

I'm not at an age to chase after stars anymore, not even for my twin flame.

Now, I'll have to find a way to get her out of my mind and my dreams. Maybe some strong liquor?

I sigh to myself. Maybe later.

Now, I need this bloody job, so I need to pull myself together and act like a fucking professional like nothing ever happened.

If she can do it, I can do it.

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I actually pull it off.

In the past two weeks, I restrained myself from staring at Ms Osis or talking to her about any work-unrelated topics.

We're back in square one. Or more like square zero.

We're acting even more unrelated than we first met.

Well, this is the result she's hoping for anyway. But. I don't know if she's happy or not, her facial expression is as dull and cold as ever.

I dreamt about the beautiful and handsome knight the other night again. This time, we were riding on horseback. I was sitting in front of her with her slender but strong arms around me.

I looked into her blue eyes, all I saw was affection and loyalty.

I felt so safe and happy that I woke up smiling.

It was like falling from heaven when reality kicked in.

In reality, Danielle and I were not even talking, let alone doing anything romantic.

On a brighter note, Meghan and I are back on good terms. As friends, of course.

Meghan is thinking about transferring to the branch office in Shanghai, China. She wants to learn Mandarin, so she comes to me for a little help.

Although I attended a British boarding school in Singapore, I picked up Mandarin fast so that I could have a better chance with the Chinese girls in the school.

I'm motivated like that.

Because Meghan wants to file the transfer request in three months, now she's spending most of her after-work hours with me or her Mandarin classes.

Every so often, she would wait on the couch outside of my office, like today.

I see Meghan's slim figure through the half-close aluminium mini blinds, starting packing my stuff faster.

'Good night, boss.' I say curtly as I open the door.

'Going somewhere?'

Just when I think she would not respond, She asks expressionlessly, shooting me a quick look.

I raise a brow in surprise. She hasn't shown any interest in me since the Saturday incident.

'Uh, well, I'm just going out with Meghan, the digital manager.'

I don't know why, I kinda feel bad about telling her that I'm going out with someone else, but I definitely should not.

'Oh, I see.' She looks away, fingers playing with her pen. 'Have fun.'

It was possibly the lights, but I saw her face gloom when she heard Meghan's name.

I shouldn't overthink it anyway. I walk out and close the door behind me.

'Let's go.' I smile normally at Meghan, hooking my arm with hers.

I swear I can feel the heated stare from the other side of the blinds following me all the way to the elevator door.

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