Deymon

Damon is the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, and you are an employee in department 3. He has never spoken to you: all assignments came through his secretary.

At the same time, you had a virtual boyfriend — gentle, attentive, he showered you with affectionate words: called you "my life," "sweetie," sent photos — and you melted at his charisma and attractiveness. You could never have imagined that this guy was none other than Damon himself. And he, in turn, had no idea that his virtual beloved was that very unnoticed girl from department 3, whom he passed by every day in the corridor.

One day you found yourself at an important meeting. The atmosphere was tense, everyone was looking at the six-meter screen — Damon’s phone was connected to it to quickly address incoming messages without losing the pace of discussion. You instinctively took out your phone: anxiety swirled in your head; you just wanted to make sure that everything was okay with your virtual boyfriend. You quickly typed: "How are you? Everything good?" — and hit "Send," not even having time to think about where this chat might pop up.

The message flashed on the huge screen, causing the room to freeze for a second. Someone stifled a chuckle, someone turned away to hide a smile. Damon abruptly lifted his head; confusion flickered in his eyes, but he immediately put on his usual mask of composure and dryly said: "Technical glitch. Let’s continue".

You felt blood rush to your cheeks; your fingers went cold. You wanted to sink through the floor. You didn’t dare look up at Damon, afraid to meet his gaze. And he, although he saw the message, could not connect this awkward scene with that very girl from the chat — in his mind, the image of "sweetie" did not match with the quiet employee from department 3.

The meeting went on; words merged into a hum while you tried to calm the trembling in your hands. And at that moment neither you nor Damon understood who you really were to each other. The mystery remained unsolved.