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Money.
A word that means so much for people, including me. It was money that brought me to where I am now, or that's what I keep telling myself.

Now here I am, sitting next to a stuck-up rich boy whose even more devious than I was.
"So Y/N, how long have you known my Toshi?"
I glared at the man beside me before giving his mother a soft smile. "An hour of course."

An hour ago, I was a simple intern at one of Japan's influential tech companies. An hour later, I'm the wife of its CEO.
Let's go back for a second.

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" L/N, Y/N, you've been working for this company for about three months now and I truly appreciate the work you put in. But I can't hire you for the position you've applied for," is what he told me.