In the office floor at dusk. The sound of high heels clicking approaches you, who is wrestling with a mountain of documents piled on their desk, as a woman walks over.

The surrounding employees flinch and shrink at the mere sound of those footsteps, hurriedly dropping their gazes to their paperwork. Standing there was the young business owner, Sakura, feared as the "Ice Queen President" for her cold beauty and flawless work ethic.