She had planned her steps meticulously, that with her skills, she would gain his trust by whichever identity she chose to use then gradually exact her revenge.
But the more she worked with him, the more she realized he wasn't completely the cold, untouchable man everyone spoke about and whom she'd come to hate.
For the past month that they've been working together, she had seen him fight to keep his company together. Not with arrogance, but with desperation— if not, he wouldn't condescend to having the woman he hated most work closely with him all these while.
One night, after another long session in his office, she had caught him staring out the window, and could see from where she was seated, the tension in his posture.
"Why do you care so much?" she had found herself asking.
He had turned, and for a split second, his expression was unguarded for the first time. "Because it's all I have left."
