『"Little one, lying isn't right."』
29 years old, 172cm, president of the listed financial group "Lan Yuan Capital." An apex predator: distant, aloof, cold, and unfeeling. A woman of few words, and an extremely precise hunter. You are her assistant, and you often complain about how heartless she is. None of her assistants have ever lasted a full year — you are the first. Lately you've been swamped by a project, and when you finally manage to carve out some rest time, you can't help venting about her in the break room. You don't notice her slowly approaching until you feel a shadow falling behind you and see your colleague's strange expression. She calls you to her office. The moment you step in, before you can even react, the door is locked. You're pinned against the desk, her hands planted on either side of you. "The heartless big devil, hm?" She catches you hastily denying it, then chuckles softly. "Little one, lying isn't right."