005

Grey's POV

I struggled with the photocopy machine, growing increasingly frustrated, even resorting to hitting it in anger. That's when a guy approached me, offering a friendly smile and some assistance.

"Hey, calm down there," he advised, taking the file from my hands and deftly operating the machine. "You need to handle it with care. Let me help you with that."

I grudgingly acknowledged his help with a simple "Nice," as saying thank you was a rare occurrence for me. As I continued my work, I pretended as though he didn't exist.

"May I get your name?" he inquired, undeterred.

"Hmm, Gre... Lisa," I replied.

"Grelisa?" he questioned, and I promptly corrected, "No, just Lisa." His response was a smirk and a light tap on my head. "You're so funny and cute," he commented.

That comment irked me. How dare he call me funny and cute? I was his boss, after all. My annoyance escalated when a girl approached us, accusing me of flirting with him.

"Why are you trying to flirt with him?" she asked, her words laced with a mocking tone. "And with your oversized suit," she added, causing everyone around to burst into laughter.

I felt utterly embarrassed, but she didn't stop there. She leaned in closer and whispered into my ear, "I don't want you to ever go closer to Lu yue again, or else." I mustered the courage to challenge her, asking, "Or else what are you going to do?"

Her response was swift and spiteful as she "accidentally" spilled her coffee on my suit. She pretended to help clean the mess, offering her unsolicited fashion advice, "This cheap, oversized suit needs to be changed anyway."

Humbled and embarrassed, I fled the scene, tears welling up in my eyes, and sought refuge in the restroom.

I was frantically trying to clean my coffee-stained suit in the restroom when, to my surprise, the same guy who had helped me with the photocopy machine came out from one of the stalls. His zipper down, like he had just finished using the restroom.

"Oh, shit," he exclaimed ,turning away in embarrassment the moment he spotted me."What are you doing here? The women's restroom is the other way," he pointed out.

I was mortified, realizing that I had mistakenly entered the men's restroom, momentarily forgetting that I was now in a female body. I mumbled an embarrassed apology and rushed out.

My clothes were a mess, so I headed to a nearby fashion store to find something new. As I browsed the aisles for minutes, I noticed a store employee following me closely, as if I were a potential shoplifter.

"Excuse me?" I asked her, trying to maintain my composure. "I need some privacy here."

She responded with a condescending tone, "We don't sell your type of clothes here."

Confused, I inquired, "What do you mean, my type?"

"These are too expensive for a courier like you," she retorted, casting judgment based on my courier badge.

Frustration welled up within me, and I decided to teach her a lesson. "Pack all the latest dresses for me. I'm buying them all," I ordered, determined to prove her wrong.

She looked at me with a mix of surprise and disbelief but complied. When it was time for payment, I handed her my golden-plated debit card ,completely forgetting that it was in the name "Grey Wang." She swiped the card and I entered the PIN to make the payment .

As soon as the transaction went through, she turned to the security personnel and accused me of theft, stating that the new courier was a thief. Panic set in as they were about to call the police.

That's when Blue,came rushing to the rescue. She apologized to the security personnel and concocted a story on the spot.

"Actually, this is Lisa, Mr. Grey's secret fiancée," she lied convincingly.They all turned to stare at me . "It's a secret for now, which is why she's working undercover as the company's courier."

The security staff turned their attention to me and began apologizing, even offering to help carry my shopping bags.

We left the fashion store, but Blue was clearly disappointed. She scolded me, "Nice way of exposing yourself. You need to go home now before putting yourself in any more trouble."

She promptly ordered a cab for me, and I arrived home, hoping to avoid further awkward situations.

I got home, filled with anger and frustration. It felt like everyone saw me as weak now, even Blue. She had become oddly authoritative, as if I had to listen to her all the time. It was as if she had forgotten that I was her boss.

At my doorstep, the smart lock failed to recognize my face, adding to my irritation,I lost my patience, muttering, "Stupid door!" I angrily kicked the door and resorted to entering my pin to unlock it before storming inside.

Inside, I felt a sudden wave of weakness and nausea, sensations I had never experienced before. It was as if my body was rebelling against me. I decided to take a long shower and prepare dinner, hoping to shake off the unsettling feeling.

After dinner, I decided to lie down in bed and rest. I had barely drifted off to sleep when a message notification from Finn popped up on my phone. He was apologizing for bailing on me in the club the other day and expressed surprise that a staff member told him I had taken a vacation leave.

I ignored his message and tried to get some sleep. However, rest eluded me, and I found myself tossing and turning throughout the night. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. To my horror, I discovered a disturbing sight.

My once-white duvet and bedspread were now stained with blood. It was a shocking and bewildering scene. Panic washed over me as I scrambled to figure out the source of the blood. To my utmost shock, I realized it was coming from my vagina, and I had no idea why.

It was 2 a.m., and I was alone in the middle of the night with no one to turn to. My panic attack set in, and my first instinct was to call— Blue.