Lie To Me

Once upon an onion...

Scene 1 :Love through Milk's Eyes

Love Pattranite Limpatiyakorn is a control freak—Milk would know, she spends most of her time with her. She knows she's beautiful, rich, and amazing at anything she sets her mind to. She hates onions with a passion. She's a demon incarnate, or so the people who work for her think. And that might be the reason why no one seems to be able to be her secretary/slave for very long. Despite it being a well-paid job, the record set was three months.

Milk did the impossible—she stayed for a year. She did every little thing the evil witch asked, no matter how weird or demeaning. Love was stressful, making her feel like a clown doing impossible tasks. Milk even had to be a sort of housekeeper, because despite having servants for everything, Love wanted Milk to supervise everything to meet her standard of perfection.

She traveled with her boss and went to parties with her, always by her side. She loved and hated it at the same time. The fancy dinners, dressing up, and being in civilized company were nice. But these pleasant moments never lasted long before Love reverted to her oppressive, workaholic spirit, sucking the happiness out of others with her rude remarks and unthankful demands.

But despite all the hell Love put her through, Milk couldn't help but be drawn to her. Love's shapely legs, smooth and surprisingly long despite her petite stature, often caught her eye. The way Love's tailored clothes accentuated her figure—like the time she wore that Barbie-pink Valentino ensemble with a silk scarf-trimmed shirt, an A-line tweed miniskirt, a cropped tweed jacket, and a small leather handbag—she turned heads wherever she went. Even when Milk was frustrated by her boss's behavior, her body would react to Love's presence with a mix of frustration and grudging admiration.

Milk recalled the time Love had her redo an entire presentation at the last minute. Hours of work were dismissed with a wave of Love's hand, and a curt, "Do it again." Milk's frustration spiked as she realized this had cost her a date with Ciize, a sweet, radiant girl from another department.

Ciize had an easy smile, warm eyes, and a gentle manner that made Milk want to wrap her in her arms. On paper, she was perfect. Yet, she was more of a younger sister she wanted to protect than someone she could envision herself with. Nothing like the electric sparks Love's presence ignited within her. The mere thought of her boss sent confusing, frustrating sparks coursing through her veins.

Love's tyrannical ways inadvertently spared Milk the awkwardness of rejecting Ciize's attempts to escape the friend zone. But it left Milk bewildered about what was wrong with her. She was fed up with having her life revolve around being a slave to her boss or stressing over things related to her. Despite her body's inexplicable attraction to Love, Milk was determined to regain her freedom.

Scene 2: Introduction to Milk's Life with Love

Milk sat at her desk, eyes burning from staring at paperwork for too long. The dimly lit office felt like a prison, the faint hum of the air conditioning a constant reminder of the silence. Occasionally, the click of Love's heels echoed through the hallway, a harbinger of impending demands.

Love, the She-Devil herself, was undoubtedly concocting another impossible task. Memories of Love's condescending remarks and thankless demands flickered through Milk's mind, tightening the knot in her chest.

Milk admired Love's angelic beauty and undeniable talent, her ability to excel in the ruthless business world. Being by Love's side during long nights of overtime, accompanying her to events and trips, had its benefits despite the grueling hours. But admiration was a double-edged sword. "This witch has no life outside this company, and she won't let me have one either," Milk thought.