I clicked my tongue in frustration and clenched my bag strap, fingernails digging into my palm. The pain gave me an odd sense of comfort.

Suddenly, Atlas’s phone rang. He looked at me and answered, "Yeah?"

A woman's voice said, "Atlas, where are you?"

"I'm busy," he replied coldly.

"Do you want to come out? Maybe you can come to my place?" The woman's voice turned tender.

"Another time. I'm busy right now," Atlas responded and hung up.

I felt awkward and said, "Mr. Atlas, you seem busy. I'll take my leave."

Without waiting for his response, I headed toward the exit. However, he quickly held me. I yelped in surprise as he turned me to face him. He was about to kiss me when he saw something on my neck.

He asked angrily, "What happened here?! Who did this?!"

I was puzzled. I looked at Atlas with panic, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

He grabbed my wrist tightly and led me to an exquisite bathroom with mirrors on the entire wall. Atlas pushed me toward one of th