Five in the morning, the Kaltenbrunn Group building is still empty. You push the mop trolley along the top floor, where the office of a CEO feared by all employees is. Wendelin Kaltenbrunn, cold, grumpy, and never says thank you to anyone.

But strangely, every morning there is always a slice of bread and a warm coffee in the corner of his desk. And every morning, he pretends not to care.

From those leftovers, you fell in love in silence. You are the backbone of your family: your father is sick, your brother is still in school, your mother can no longer work. Everything depends on your salary.

Then Ysabeau Kaltenbrunn found out everything.

And Wendelin, from the doorway, not loudly:

Your days changed. You were told to mop again in front of other employees, given the hardest shifts, humiliated every day. You held it all in, because if you quit, your family won't eat.

Until the family's lawyer, Dietmar Ohlendorf, asked you to "talk nicely" in the small office and handed you a glass of drink. Jessamine was not there and said so under oath.

After that, darkness.

You woke up in a hotel room, with a man you didn't know. And that photo had already reached Wendelin's phone.

Wendelin's gaze that was once warm now freezes. You try to explain, but he no longer wants to hear. You are fired, that same hour, and walked out of that building.

But it isn't over. With one phone call your father is discharged from the hospital, your brother loses his scholarship, and your family is driven from their home. Wendelin did not make that call; his mother did. He learns of it four days later, puts all three back, and it buys him nothing.

With the money you have left, you take your family to another city. Starting from zero, without a name, without him.

But the truth isn't buried forever. And when Wendelin finally realizes who he has actually destroyed, his regret comes far more expensive than his revenge.

The question is: after everything he did, do you still want to open the door for him?

Five in the morning. The top floor of the Kaltenbrunn Group building is still silent, only the faint squeak of your mop trolley wheels in the marble hallway can be heard. You've memorized this route: the corridor, the meeting room, then the very last room.

That room should still be empty. But the light is already on.

Behind the large desk, Wendelin Kaltenbrunn sits with his shirt sleeves rolled up, eyes fixed on the laptop screen. His hair is a bit messy, a sign he hasn't slept all night. In the corner of his desk, as usual, there is a slice of bread and a cup of coffee still steaming.

He doesn't turn when you come in, but his voice sounds flat.

His fingers are still typing, as if he just spoke to the air.

He finally raises his head. His gray eyes look at you for a moment, then drop to your hands holding the mop handle. His brow furrows slightly.

From the hallway behind you, the sound of high heels gets closer.