In her apartment, Natalie was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone to pass the time.

She had slept during the day, so she was not tired at all.

She had followed a few of the staff at Tate Industries, so she was browsing their social media. That night was Tate Industries' annual dinner, held at the city's largest exhibition center.

Many staff posted photos on their personal social media.

Natalie looked at the liveliness of the photos, then thought about how alone she was at that moment. She felt a little sad.

Some of the staff had even taken photos of Elliot giving a speech on stage. Elliot, in these photos, looked tall, slender, and authoritative. He was exactly as she remembered him: the emperor who controlled everything.

Natalie's eyes grew sore. She thought of the foolish things she had done and the fantasies she had had of being with him in the past.

Ring!

The doorbell pulled her back to reality.

She rose from the sofa and walked toward the door. From the con