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Orm was drunk and completely out of it.
She sat in the middle of the bed with her legs spread while her back pressed against another woman's chest. One of her hands was on Orm's breast, squeezing so hard like she wouldn't let her get away from it. The other was between her thighs, moving in a way that made her whole body tense.
The woman's lips dragged over Orm's jaw before she bit her bottom lip, then her ear and her body jolted at that.
God, can we talk about those long fingers? Orm could worship them.
She knew exactly what she was doing curling them at just the right angle, pressing her palm against Orm and keeping her right on the edge.
The last time she had sex was four months ago, and it hadn't been anything like this. It was boring and forgettable she barely even remembered it.
But this? She would remember this forever.
Her fingers moved faster, and a deep pleasure ripped through Orm, spreading like wildfire under her skin. She never had someone know her body in a way that made her legs shake and her breath hitch like this before.
Fuck, she was so good.
"Ohh... God..." a moan spilled from Orm's lips.
She wanted to say her name, to let it roll off her tongue the way she was making her fall apart, but she didn't even know it. All she knew was that she never wanted this feeling to end.
But life had other plans, because the next moment, everything went dark.
—
Orm had a pounding headache, and her coffee wasn't even helping. Her right hand clutched the cup like it was the only thing keeping her upright as the elevator shot up.
She glanced at the time on her phone and groaned.
What the hell was she thinking, drinking the night before her first day of work and having sex with a complete stranger?
She cursed herself under her breath, squeezing her eyes shut for a second like that would erase the memory of waking up alone in an unfamiliar bed, her clothes scattered across the floor while her body still buzzed from the night before.
She took a long sip of her coffee as if caffeine could fix her stupidity.
When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open to the highest floor, she took a deep breath and muttered under her breath, "Don't mess this up."
It had been so hard to land this job. Secretary to the boss of one of the top companies in Thailand? People would kill for this position. And somehow, she had made it.
Now she just had to make sure she wouldn't ruin it.
Orm clutched her bag tightly as she stood in front of the glass door, already able to see the office buzzing with people doing their respective works.
She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Immediately, all heads turned. People stopped what they were doing to look at her, their eyes scanning her up and down like she had just walked into the wrong building.
Okay, that's weird.
Before she could dwell on it, someone walked toward her. She had the palest skin she had ever seen and an adorable smile.
"Hi! I'm Tan." he greeted warmly. "You're Orm Sethratanapong, right?"
"Yes,"
His smile didn't drop, but the way he looked at me changed. Like Orm had just told him she signed up to wrestle a hungry lion. Her discomfort grew but he still seemed nice, so she let him lead her further inside.
Then, without warning, he clapped his hands loudly, calling for everyone's attention. "Guys, this is Orm Sethratanapong. She's the boss's new secretary."
Silence.
Every single person stared at her, and their expressions weren't just surprised. They all looked concerned. A few even had the same face you'd make if someone told you they were about to skydive without a parachute.
Orm frowned. What is wrong with these people?
She turned to Tan who still had that adorable smile but was now glancing at her with pity.
"You know about the boss, right?" he asked, lowering his voice like we were sharing a secret.
Orm blinked. "Uh..."
"She's terrifying. Like, actually terrifying. People have been fired just for breathing wrong around her. You don't talk to her unless she talks to you first. And if she does talk to you? Good luck. She never keeps secretaries for long. They all quit and disappear. Probably dead."
She gulped.
Somebody please tell her it was a prank and they were just scaring her.
Tan was still going, now leaning in conspiratorially. "I heard one guy accidentally took her coffee from the breakroom, and the next day, he was—"
A loud gasp sucked all the air from the room.
Orm turned just in time to see someone's eyes go wide, silently urging Tan to shut up. Their frantic gaze flicked behind him, and it only took him one second to realize what was happening.
He turned around and immediately, his face lost all color.
Orm followed his gaze, and there she was.
Judging from their reaction, she must be the boss.
She was tall, but not as tall as Orm. She had this long black hair that framed her face perfectly. She couldn't see much of it, though, because her oversized sunglasses covered half of it. But Orm knew she was beautiful, her gayness could feel it.
The woman crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head slightly toward Tan, who looked like he was about to pass out. "I don't pay you to gossip about me," she said, her voice calm but sharp. "If you want to keep your job, get out of my face."
Tan was gone so fast Orm barely saw him move.
Then the woman turned to her.
Orm's heart hammered in her chest as everything Tan had just told her replayed in her head.
Was she really that terrifying? Was Orm about to get fired before she even started?
To her complete shock, the woman just smirked at her.
"Follow me to my office." she said, turning on her heel.
When they stepped into her office, she forgot about her nerves for a second.
It didn't look like a typical office at all. Sure, there was a sleek desk but off to the side, there was a whole setup that looked more like a dining area.
There were paintings lining the walls too. Whoever painted them was incredibly talented. Orm found herself staring, trying to figure out what those hearts with wings mean, when she felt the gaze of the boss on her.
She was leaning against the edge of her desk, arms still crossed, watching her like she was examining every inch of her.
Lingling Kwong
Orm read her desk nameplate.
Her stomach twisted and just like that, the nerves came rushing back. She suddenly felt the need to say something, start a conversation, make a good impression or something.
After all, she was her boss and she was going to work for her.
But before Orm could even open her mouth, Ms. Kwong pushed herself off the desk and started walking toward her.
Her pulse jumped, her breath hitching with every step she took. Orm instinctively backed up, trying to put some distance between them but she kept closing in, and suddenly her back was pressed against the door.
She lifted her arm and rested it on the door just above her head. and then, without breaking eye contact, she slid off her sunglasses.
God. She's gorgeous.
Orm wanted to admire her, take in every perfect detail, but her nerves had her frozen in place. She was looking at her too intensely, her eyes moving between hers, down to her lips, then back up again.
She was this close Orm could even smell the scent of mint on her breath.
Then, she leaned in.
Her heart was racing so fast it hurt. Was she going to kiss her?
Orm panicked and squeezed her eyes shut.
A second passed. Then another.
Nothing.
She hesitated before finally opening her eyes, and there she was, smirking at her like she knew exactly what she had been thinking.
Like she had done it on purpose.
What is her deal?
Before Orm could even process what just happened, Ms. Kwong turned around and walked back to her desk, leaning against the edge like nothing had happened.
She crossed her arms again and looked at Orm like she was about to drop something big. "I don't want you to undergo training. Start working for me right away."
"But... I don't have proper training yet. I don't know what I'm suppose--"
"I don't like people objecting to my words."
Orm shut her mouth immediately.
"I'll be the one teaching you what you need to do, so you don't have to worry."
That should have been reassuring but for some reason, it wasn't.
Then she said something that threw Orm off completely. "I'll have your desk moved inside my office."
Huh?
Secretaries usually worked outside their boss's office and only came in when needed, right? That's how it worked in every other company she knew.
Orm's brain started spiraling at that. Is she going to make my life hell? Does she want to keep an eye on me all the time? What if she's the type to hand me impossible tasks just to watch me fail? What if she likes breaking people down for fun?
Ms. Kwong walked over to her chair and sat down, adjusting her posture like she was settling into full work mode. But then, without even looking at Orm, she said, "Next time, don't drink before work."
Orm frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. How does she know that?
Before Orm could ask, Ms. Kwong glanced at her, completely unfazed. "I can smell you."
Orm's face burned. Oh, my God.
Orm wanted to disappear. She pressed her lips together and just nodded, too embarrassed to argue.
She gestured for Orm to sit, so she carefully placed her coffee on the table before lowering herself into the chair across from her. She turned to her desktop, her fingers flying over the keyboard like she had already forgotten she existed.
Orm sat there, unsure of what she was even supposed to be doing. Her whole purpose here still felt like a giant question mark, and she was starting to wonder if she had only hired her to mess with her.
Then Ms. Kwong glanced at Orm again, smirking like she found something about her amusing. "You don't really remember me, do you?"
Orm blinked. "Huh?"
She didn't say anything else. Just returned to her screen like she hadn't just dropped that out of nowhere.
Orm spent the rest of the day confused, her mind replaying those words over and over, trying to figure out what she meant. But despite how terrifying she was, she actually did teach Orm what she needed to work on.
By the time Orm left the office that night, she felt heavy, like she was carrying the reality she had just stepped into.
She was going to suffer under this boss.
—
That morning, Orm woke up with zero motivation to go to work. After just one day, she already knew her boss was evil. Or at least, she felt evil. But here she was, standing in the elevator way too early, listening to the soft ding as she reached the highest floor.
No one else was here yet. She had decided to come in early to work on a project Ms. Kwong had assigned her, partly because she wanted to get ahead and partly because she was terrified of messing up.
When Orm stepped through the glass doors, the whole vibe felt off. Yesterday, the office had been loud and busy with people rushing around and typing furiously at their desks. But now, in the quiet, it felt almost eerie.
Shaking the thought away, she headed straight for the CEO’s office—the place that had officially become her workspace. Yesterday, when her desk was moved inside, everyone had looked at her with pure pity. Like she had just been handed a life sentence.
And honestly? she felt like it.
Ms. Kwong was already there, sitting on her leather swivel chair behind her desk, eyes locked on her desktop.
Orm quietly placed her things on her desk, the one that had been shoved right beside the door like an afterthought.
Then, without meaning to, she found herself staring at Ms. Kwong.
There was something so familiar about her. Orm couldn’t figure it out, but the feeling nagged at her. Where had she seen her before? And why would she have ever crossed paths with someone so high-class, so completely out of her world?
She was about to shake the thought away when she suddenly noticed Ms. Wang staring right back at her.
Orm swallowed a lump in her throat.
Ms. Kwong's face gave nothing away, and Orm's brain immediately went into overdrive.
Was I glaring at her? Did I do something wrong?
She knew she hadn’t, but her chest tightened anyway.
Then she stood up.
She swallowed hard again as the woman walked toward her desk.
The moment Ms. Wang stopped in front of her desk, she shot up from her chair so fast she nearly knocked into it.
“D-Do you need anything, Ms. Kwong?”
She didn’t answer right away. She just stared at her with her unreadable expression, making her nerves spike even more. Then, after what felt like forever, Ms. Kwong shook her head.
“I appreciate your early attendance, but next time, I expect you to greet me the moment you see me.”
Orm's stomach dropped. Shit. She hadn’t even thought about that.
“I-I was going to, Ms. Kwong. But you looked busy, so--”
She cut her off with a single glance. “You have five stars. You just lost one.”
“W-what?”
Five stars? What the heck is this?
“If you maintain at least one star by the end of this week, I’ll hire you permanently.” She tilted her head slightly, watching Orm's reaction. “But if you lose them all, you’re out.”
Orm told herself how absurd this was. Just five mistakes and she was out? After everything she had went through to get this job?
She knew it. She knew she was evil.
She never even mentioned this rule yesterday, and now on just her second day, she had already lost a star.
The thought lingered on her the entire day, dragging her mood down until of course, she messed up again.
Orm gave her the wrong meeting schedule.
And by the end of that day, she was down to just three stars.
Now here she was, back in her apartment, lying on her bed with her face buried in a pillow, screaming into it like a frustrated child.
Orm flipped onto her back and grabbed the same pillow, punching it as hard as she could, pretending it was Lingling Kwong.
“Why are you making this so hard for me?!” she yelled, throwing another punch. “What did I ever do?!”
A loud knock on her door made her groan into her pillow. “Orm, what's wrong with you?” Oaey called from the other side.
She didn't realize her rage was so deep she even forgot that she shares the apartment with her bestfriend.
“Nothing,” she responded, even though everything about her miserable situation said otherwise.
“Yeah, I don’t believe that.” Oaey paused. “I’m coming in.”
Before Orm could stop her, the door swung open, and Oaey took one look at her before bursting into laughter.
Orm lifted her head just enough to glare at her.
Oaey clutched her stomach, gasping between her laughs. “Have you seen yourself? Go look in the mirror, Orm. Your hair is a disaster. You look like a ghost.”
She grabbed her pillow and threw it at her, but she dodged effortlessly, still grinning. “It’s all because of my boss,” Orm huffed, sitting up dramatically.
Oaey shook her head, amused. “It’s literally just your second day, and you already look like you’re about to quit.”
She let out a long, suffering sigh. “She’s really driving me insane, Oaey. I can't even complain!”
Oaey sat on the edge of her bed, her smile softening. “You worked so hard to get this job, so don't let her push you out.”
She hesitated at that. She really wanted to fight back, but her confidence was already bruised.
“Prove them how strong you are. Show them what you’re capable of. You climbed your way up there, right? I know you, Orm. You don't let anyone win against you.”
Orm took a deep breath. Okay. Oaey was right. She could do this.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Tomorrow, no mistakes.”
Oaey grinned. “That’s the attitude. And this weekend, we’re definitely drinking to celebrate your first job.”
“If I still have a job by then.”
—
Work was peaceful that day, and for the first time in three days, Orm felt like she could actually breathe. Ms. Kwong seemed to be in a good mood, and Orm wasn’t making any mistakes either, because she was determined to get through the day without losing another damn star. Yesterday was the last time that was ever happening.
But there was one thing throwing her off.
Ms. Kwong kept glancing at her.
It wasn’t just once or twice—it was constant. And she wasn’t even saying anything, which made it even weirder. Orm had no idea what her deal was, but every time she caught her looking, she’d just go back to whatever she was doing like nothing happened.
By the afternoon, it was getting impossible to ignore. She was in the middle of reporting to Ms. Kwong when she felt her stare again. This time, it wasn’t just a glance. She was watching her, her eyes dragging over Orm's body in a way that made her skin heat.
Okay. Orm wasn’t going to assume she wanted to fuck her.
But what was with the eye-fucking?
Because Ms. Kwong was doing it. She was sure of it.
Orm pushed the thought away. She could not be thinking about this right now. She had a goal to end the day with her stars intact. Ms. Kwong was unpredictable, and if she wasn’t careful, she'd end up making a mistake again before she even realized it.
After finishing her report, Orm wasn’t even sure if she had actually listened. Not that it was her problem anymore.
She turned to head back to her seat, but before she could take a step, Ms. Kwong's voice stopped her.
“I need you to spend the night at my house.”
Orm tensed up at those words.
Slowly, she turned to look at her, her eyes too wide with shock. And Ms. Kwong definitely noticed, because she could see the corners of her lips twitching like she was holding back her laughter.
Before she could even ask what the hell she meant, she leaned back in her chair, looking amused. “There’s a major acquisition deal that needs to be completed before the stock market opens tomorrow. I’ll need you to assist with document preparations.”
Oh. That actually made sense.
Orm gave her a small, awkward smile and said, “Understood,” before heading back to her seat.
Ms. Kwong probably thought she was insane for even thinking like that. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
She cursed herself under her breath and tried to shake it off. She just needed to focus, do her job well, and stop overanalyzing everything.
But no matter how hard she tried to push the thought away, something about this felt off.
She had a feeling this woman had another motive, and she think she knew exactly what it was.