Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"Pea, I came all this way to pick you up. Just do me the favor of riding in my car," Silas pleaded, blocking Pearl's path with an innocent smile.

Pearl, feeling a surge of annoyance, looked up at the towering figure of Silas, who stood nearly 1.90 meters tall. Her voice was tinged with frustration. "I already said no. What if your car breaks down again? I'll be late for work. It's safer if I drive myself."

Surprisingly, Silas seemed delighted by her response. "Pea, you have a car? That's great. Just give me a ride to work then."

Pearl, now thoroughly exasperated, retorted, "What? Who are you to ask me for a ride to work?"

Silas didn't back down. "How about this? You drive my car and drop me off at work." He reached into the car through the window, retrieving the car key and offering it to her. "Here, take it."

Pearl tossed the key back into his arms with a huff. "You do it yourself. I'm leaving."

As she turned to walk away, Silas watched her departure helplessly before sighing and getting back into his car.

Pearl had expected Silas to give up after they arrived at the company, but his determination remained unwavering.

business hours, and Pearl's office was located in the

strolled into the office and, much to everyone's bewilderment, closed the door behind him. His persistence in pursuing Pearl was on

legs crossed on the couch. "It's office hours.

job is quite simple. I'm just doing a

job. So where's

with his phone.

playing a game. "Playing games?" she exclaimed

Silas was not at all ashamed. "Well, isn't streaming a game still

difficult Silas was being. She gritted her teeth and scolded him, "The company designated you as a charismatic streamer, not a

the game on

live show

was an uproar in

[Ah! Who's that?]

a woman's voice in Mister's stream? Is