For five years, Sophia had watched William's tabloid romances play out—his name linked to countless women. But she knew better than anyone that none of them truly mattered to him.

'Why am I even thinking about this?' she caught herself. 'That's not my life anymore.'

At the dealership, she met her new manager, Christopher Adams—a sleazy middle-aged guy who gave her the creeps right off the bat.

"Well, well, if it isn't the pretty executive assistant! Welcome!" Christopher's eyes lit up as he reached for her.

Sophia dodged his attempt to touch her. With others watching, he backed off, not wanting to make a scene. Instead, he tried fishing for gossip about her demotion.

Sophia kept quiet. Losing interest, Christopher waved her away. "Go find your desk."

Ignoring the stares, Sophia set up her workspace, finding an employee manual waiting for her. She didn't care about the details—she just needed to survive three months.

Everyone was busy with their own work, ignoring her. After scanning the manual, she headed to the showroom floor.

The dealership was dead quiet. No customers in sight.

A saleswoman named Ava Wilson whispered a warning: "Watch out for Christopher. He's handsy with the female staff."

Before Sophia could respond, Ava walked away, acting like they'd never spoken.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:

[Baby, don't forget our deal. If you can't get Grace in my bed, you're next.]

Louis, obviously.

'Thank god I moved to the branch office,' Sophia thought. 'He won't find me here. Best to lay low.'

"Excuse me, miss. Can I test drive this one?"

Sophia looked up to see a man in his fifties wearing a shabby button-down with a frayed collar. He didn't look like he had deep pockets.

No one else was paying him any attention, probably assuming he couldn't afford anything.

"Of course," she said. "I'll get the keys."

He wanted to test drive an $80,000 car. Sophia grabbed a brochure, mentally prepping her sales pitch.

But before she could even start, the man stepped out and said, "I'll take it. Let's do the paperwork."

Sophia was stunned. The other salespeople, who'd been ignoring him, now looked shocked.

"Don't you want to hear about the features?" she asked, still processing.

"It's pretty straightforward," he shrugged. "This is my seventh or eighth car. No need for the sales talk."

Everyone was floored. Sophia, though surprised, happily led him to start the paperwork.

Then Christopher showed up out of nowhere, pulling her aside.

Sophia stepped back, irritated. "What?"

"First day and already making a sale," Christopher smirked. "You should buy everyone coffee. Good for team building."

Sophia couldn't say no, but kept her cool. "Tomorrow okay?"

She touched her hot forehead, feeling feverish. Taking advantage, she asked, "I'm not feeling great. Could I take the rest of the day?"

Really, she wanted to clear out her stuff from William's place.

Christopher surprisingly agreed. "Fine. Paperwork won't be ready till tomorrow anyway."

Outside, Sophia called William.

"Mr. Brown, when will you be home? I need to pick up my things—"

William cut her off with a cold laugh. "Come at eight," he said shortly. "I'll be there."