Back to work after the long holiday, Joy bumped into her team leader waiting for the elevator. As the doors slid open, the embodiment of capitalism himself was standing inside. She had almost let it slip from her memory, but the sight of Austin's face brought back the memory of that inexplicable kiss in the car.

Suddenly, she forgot how to walk. Her limbs felt uncoordinated, and her hands seemed to flail awkwardly around her until she managed to shuffle into the elevator.

Austin acted as if nothing had happened, exchanging pleasantries with the team leader who was trying hard to make small talk. Austin responded with a warm attitude, albeit briefly.

Joy stood in front with her back to them. When the elevator reached her floor, she swiftly moved to the side, pressing herself against the wall and half-bowed, "After you."

Austin glanced at her and stepped out.

By coincidence, Joy ran into him again when she went down for lunch with her colleagues.

Austin played the caring boss, asking them where they were headed for lunch. Her colleague, not realizing the significance, blurted out how Joy could down two servings of pulled pork sandwiches in one go. Austin's gaze shifted slightly, "Why so quiet today, Joy?"

Caught in the awkwardness of not knowing how to act around him, she pointed to her throat and croaked, "Caught a cold, my voice is gone."

Austin smirked, "Didn't seem like it when you were yelling at your friend over the phone about her husband. I could hear you all the way in my office."

kind of super hearing do

was just a bit too emotional then, my

like

She cursed

the effort. The moment the elevator doors opened, Joy dashed out like she was on rollerblades. During lunch, her colleague mused, "Is it just me, or is there something off between you and

kissed." Joy thought to

was no longer the pure, cynical worker who thought society owed her a fortune. She had been defiled by the lips

her boss for potentially ruining her proletariat purity, yet part of her desperately wanted it to

must be the drought in her love life, she reasoned, as her

time she saw him,

was talking or

would inevitably drift

'n'

the refreshing scent of mint, seeing his lips

that kiss meant, but Austin seemed

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