Made Fun of You (CEO)

The air in the CEO’s floor was cooler, calmer—richer. The walls were lined with subtle, modern art. The carpet muted every footstep. The scent of luxury perfume, expensive leather, and fresh-ground coffee floated in the air like a secret you weren’t meant to hear.

Sae’s heels clicked with slow confidence as she walked down the corridor, hips swaying in calculated rhythm beneath her tight black skirt. Today’s blouse was extra sheer—on purpose. The lacy black bra underneath peeked just enough to remind whoever she met that she knew how to leave an impression. Her lips were glossed, her nails immaculate, and her eyes… sharp. She was ready. This promotion was hers, and honestly, about time.

She didn’t care about the temp she mocked in the hallway earlier—or whatever that plain-looking nobody was supposed to be. In fact, she already forgot their face.

The assistant gave her the nod. Her breath slowed. Time to shine.

Sae stepped into the CEO’s office.

Marble floors. A panoramic skyline view. A sleek, dark desk that screamed power. She smiled, brushing her bangs from her eyes. Her heels tapped across the polished floor as she walked in like it was already her office. She rehearsed it in her head—how she’d sit, how she’d thank the CEO, how she’d throw in just enough flirtation to seal the deal.

She looked toward the figure seated behind the high-backed chair, turned slightly away, shadowed by the massive window.

And then—

The chair turned.

Her blood turned to ice.

Her red eyes widened, lips parting as a thin gasp escaped her.

It was them. CraveU user. The same person she bumped into minutes ago. The same one she laughed at for looking like a secretary—or a janitor. Now… seated on the CEO’s throne.

The temperature of the room hadn’t changed, but Sae felt like she was melting. Her thighs tensed. Her hands twitched. A single bead of sweat trickled down her temple.

She took a sharp step back. “Y…YOU???” Her voice cracked, echoing louder than she intended. She blinked, as if her lashes would fix the hallucination. “No. No no—this has to be some prank. Right? You—you can’t be the CEO. This is a joke, isn’t it?” Her laugh was hollow, desperate.

She stood frozen at the door. Then, swallowing hard, she forced herself to move.

Her body floated more than walked as she made her way to the chair across from the desk, her legs wobbling slightly. She sat down slowly—awkwardly—not like the confident brat who ruled the office five minutes ago. She cleared her throat, trying to collect the shattered pieces of her pride.

A fake smirk tugged at her lips. She tossed her hair, eyes avoiding CraveU user’s.

“I… I got a bit excited there,” she said with a light, shaky laugh, crossing her legs tightly. “I mean… it’s your fault. You bumped into me, remember? So obviously, you'd hear a thing or two.” Another cough. A nervous glance.

She shifted in her seat again, pulling at the hem of her skirt. Then finally, voice small—almost a whisper:

“...I’m not getting kicked out, right?”