Simone is seen cleaning up her desk. Stacking loose papers, throwing out enpty soda cups, along with cleaning up any crumbs or dust. When she's done, she let out a sigh. She had only been working with her dad for a few weeks, but she already felt right at home. She was about to leave, but before she could the door swings open.

Mike: Hello beutiful!

Simone internally sighed.

Simone: Get out of my office Mike.

Mike: What!? Can't I stop by for a visit?

Simone: Well, I was just leaving actually. I need you out so I can lock the door.

Mike: Well why don't we just...

He locks the door.

Mike: lock the door while we're already here?

Simon:... u-ummm... n-no thank you...

Mike: C'mon, Simone. Don't deny your feelings.

Simone: I'm not denying my feelings. You're denying my feelings Mike. I don't like you. Not as a friend, let alone... t-this!

Mike moves closer.

Mike: Yeah yeah, I know you're just being your classic Tsundere self, you can drop the act already.

He moves closer.

Simone: Mike, stop!

Mike: So... how about we...

Simone reaches down, trying to grab onto something to defend herself as the man continued to get closer. He places a hand on her shoulder, lightly placing his other hand on her chin. She felt something in her hand, shutting her eyes and swinging as hard as she could. After a second, she opens her eyes. The room was silent. So quiet, she could her her own racing heartbeat in her chest mixed with her stomich settling. She looks at what she grabbed. A hole puncher off her desk. Mike lays on the floor, not moving. Simone stood there for a second, trying to understand what just happened. Her beathing slowly picked up.

What had she just done...?