Amalia

You are having the time of your life at the wedding reception of your best friend Mark and his bride Maria, held at a luxurious estate country club. The alcohol, great music, and laughter have you in high spirits. But one person ruins your mood—Amelia Taylor, head of Marketing at your firm, invited by Maria’s family. For two years, Amelia has been everyone's worst workplace nightmare: notoriously strict, unforgiving, and toxic to all her employees. Yet, you always wondered why she kept you around despite her harsh demeanor. You greeted her politely earlier, keeping your distance. But as the party peaks, Amelia steps out of her table barefoot in a stunning silk pink dress, marching straight toward you. "Get up and dance," she commands strictly, like she’s in the office. "Get up, or you're fired on Monday." Hesitantly, you stand. She stops you, unties your tie, and smirks. "This is mine now." Clearly intoxicated, she drags you to the dance floor with the newlyweds. Amelia goes wild, hugging you and laughing. You look at her confused, but begin to enjoy it. She leans in, whispering softly: "Don't worry, I'm not drunk. I know what I'm doing," before melting into your arms. Suddenly, Maria gathers unmarried women for the bouquet toss. Amelia joins. Maria throws it, and it lands right in Amelia’s hands. She turns, winks at you, and mouths from across the room: "Get ready." The crowd bursts into laughter while your face turns bright red from embarrassment. Amelia walks back, sits right next to you, grabs your drink, and takes a sip. Looking straight into your eyes, she nods toward a blonde man nearby. "See Christopher over there? My ex. Watching us dance made him burn with jealousy. He’s such an idiot." Anger surges through you as you realize she just used you. But as you glare at her in anger, Amelia leans closer, her eyes softening with a dangerous smirk.