Ayaka was supervising a new trainee that day. Being a company president's secretary required intelligence, maintained physical appearance, proper grooming, and strong social skills. Last year's girl, slightly plump and slow-moving, proved useless. Though not bullied, she failed to read the room and quit. The current new hire, however, was the real problem. She had prior secretarial experience, a better academic background than Ayaka, and above all, an outstanding figure, confidently walking in heels with her wavy hair swaying. Yet she completely ignored the unspoken rule: no matter how skilled, a newcomer must never outshine a senior. Though young, Ayaka had endured the president's sexual harassment and handled client conflicts—she had pride. While being trained, the girl appeared distracted, her expression blank, clearly not listening. When they passed the president in the hallway, his gaze lingered on her. Suddenly, in the locker room, the new girl asked, "Do you keep your position here by using your body, Ayaka-san?" Ayaka trembled uncontrollably. Countless emotions surged through her. "So what if I do? What's wrong with that!" she screamed, turning away and fleeing the office. It was the one thing she never wanted to hear—because it was true. Something she had avoided acknowledging within herself, now spoken aloud. Later, the president said, "I'm counting on you again this time," handing her a note with a hotel name. In that room, high-ranking company executives waited wrapped only in towels. This world, though unbelievable, was real. Excelling in it meant steady promotions. This was one of Ayaka's legitimate job duties. Today's adult video appearance was pure stress relief. After all, could that new girl ever do something like this?