As he trudged wearily to the mirror, the weight of his terrible day bore down on him. He glared at his reflection, his eyes blazing with frustration

"Stupid mirror," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain. "Why would you show me myself? Can't you see I'm having a horrible day?"

As he spoke, a strange, unsettling sensation washed over him. The mirror's surface rippled, like water disturbed by a stone. His reflection began to warp and distort, its eyes glinting with an otherworldly light.

Suddenly, the mirror's surface seemed to shudder, and the reflection stepped out of the glass. The man stumbled backward, shocked, as his reflection took his place in front of the mirror.

But something was off. The reflection was... different. Its eyes sparkled with mischief, and its smile was tinged with a sly, knowing glint.

The man's eyes widened as he realized, with a jolt of shock, that he was now standing in the mirror, staring out at his reflection – which was now occupying his body.

"What the...?" he trailed off, his mind reeling with the implications.

The reflection, now in the man's body, turned to face him, a wicked grin spreading across its face.

"Looks like we're switching places, buddy," it said, its voice low and menacing. "You're going to have to navigate my life now. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of being you."

The man's eyes locked onto the reflection, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty. What had he just gotten himself into?

As the man's reflection took control of his body, it grinned mischievously and said, "Bud, I'll take care of our body, don't worry."

But the man, now trapped in the mirror, panicked. "Aaahh! I don't want to get stuck here! I don't want to be trapped!"

The reflection, still grinning, reassured him, "Don't worry, we can switch back. But for now, I'll take care of our body and do your work, of course."

The man's reflection paused, thinking for a moment before adding, "You can come out of the mirror only at midnight. That's when we can switch back."

The man's face contorted in frustration, but he knew he had no choice. He was trapped.

"Fine," he muttered, resigned to his fate. "But be careful with our body. Don't do anything stupid."

The reflection chuckled. "Scout's honor, buddy. I'll take good care of us."

As the reflection walked away, whistling a jaunty tune, the man was left alone in the mirror, staring out at the world he could no longer touch.

As the reflection, now in control of the man's body, stood outside the office building, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and liberation.

He adjusted his clothes, smoothed out his hair, and flashed a confident smile at his reflection in a nearby window.

The reflection's eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark, and his aura seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. As he walked into the office, heads turned, and conversations paused.

People couldn't help but stare at the man, now radiating an intense, almost palpable aura. Some felt drawn to him, while others sensed something unsettling, even terrifying.

A coworker, Sarah, approached him, her eyes wide with a mix of fascination and fear. "Hey, what's... going on with you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The reflection chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Just a good morning, that's all," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Sarah took a step back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "Okay... well, welcome to the meeting, then."

As the reflection took his seat, the atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming heavier, more charged. People exchanged nervous glances, sensing that something was off, but unable to quite put their finger on what it was.

The reflection, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, a self-satisfied smile spreading across his face. He was loving every minute of this.

As the meeting began, the reflection stood up, his eyes scanning the room with an unnerving intensity. "Let's get down to business," he said, his voice firm and commanding.

The employees exchanged shocked glances, taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor. The man they knew was always soft-spoken, kind, and considerate, often to a fault.

But the person standing before them now was a different story altogether. His words were laced with an icy coldness, his tone brooking no argument.

As he spoke, his voice seemed to cut through the air, leaving no room for discussion or debate. The employees found themselves nodding along, even when they disagreed, simply because his words were so authoritative.

Sarah, who had always been friendly with the man, felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes met. There was something unnerving about the way he seemed to bore into her soul, as if daring her to contradict him.

The meeting continued, with the reflection dominating the conversation, his words slicing through any opposition. The employees were stunned, unsure of how to react to this new, assertive version of their coworker.

As the meeting drew to a close, the reflection's eyes seemed to gleam with a malevolent light, as if he knew a secret that no one else did. The employees breathed a collective sigh of relief as the meeting finally adjourned, eager to escape the unsettling atmosphere that had settled over the room.

As the meeting adjourned and the employees began to file out, one of them, Alex, suddenly yelped in pain and clutched at his ankle.

"I think I sprained my foot," he groaned, hopping on one leg.

The reflection, still exuding an aura of confidence and authority, strode over to Alex and grasped his arm, supporting him.

"Let me help you," he said, his voice low and smooth, but with a hint of something else beneath the surface.

As they walked out of the conference room together, some of the other employees couldn't help but stare. They had heard the reflection badmouthing Alex just a few days ago, and yet, here he was, helping him with an injury.

One employee, Rachel, whispered to another, "What's going on? I thought he couldn't stand Alex."

Her coworker, Jake, shrugged. "I don't know, but something's definitely off about him today."

As they watched, the reflection helped Alex to the elevator and pressed the button for him. The two of them stepped inside, and the doors closed behind them.

The other employees were left staring at each other in confusion, wondering what was behind the reflection's sudden change of heart.

As they arrived at the emergency room, the reflection gently laid Alex down on the bed. Alex looked up at him, grateful, and said, "Thank you, sir."

He started to bow, but the reflection waved him off. "No problem, just get better soon."

The reflection turned to the nurse and instructed, "Treat him carefully."

The nurse nodded promptly. "Yes, sir, I will."

As the nurse began to examine Alex's ankle, he couldn't help but think about the reflection's sudden kindness. His mind wandered, and he thought to himself, "Ahhh, my idol helped me... I'll do whatever he wants."

The nurse's voice brought him back to reality. "Hey, are you okay?"

Alex nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Yes, I'm okay... I just sprained my ankle."

The nurse smiled reassuringly. "Okay, I'll take care of you. The boss said to cure you, so don't worry."

Alex's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the boss, but he didn't say anything. He just lay back and let the nurse do her job, his mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

As Alex lay on the bed, he couldn't shake off the thought of why the reflection, who was now occupying the boss's body, would help him. He was just a low-level employee, after all.

"He must be kind," Alex thought to himself. "That's why he helped me."

The nurse's voice brought him back to reality. "All done! You're good to go."

Alex thanked her and bowed, feeling a bit more energized now that his ankle was treated.

As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of the reflection, still busy typing away on his laptop. But then, he heard the sound of the door opening, and the reflection looked up, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Hey, Alex. Are you okay now?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.

Alex felt a shiver run down his spine as he met the reflection's gaze. There was something unnerving about the way he seemed to see right through him.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," Alex replied, trying to sound calm.

The reflection nodded, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Good. Come in, let's talk."

Alex hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. But then, he stepped inside, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over him.

The reflection smiled and said, "Hey, um, I'll take you to your office, if it's okay with you now."

Alex shook his head, feeling a bit uneasy about the boss's sudden concern for him. "Amm, no need, boss. I can manage my ankle. Thank you in advance, boss."

The reflection nodded, seeming to accept Alex's refusal. "Alright, take care then."

As Alex walked back to his office, he couldn't help but think about how he had just rejected the boss's help. It wasn't like him to turn down an offer of assistance, especially from someone as powerful as the boss.

But something about the reflection's behavior had put him on edge. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt like the reflection was hiding something.

The reflection, meanwhile, watched Alex walk away, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Interesting," he murmured to himself.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He had work to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. As the time grew darker, he knew he had to complete his tasks before heading home.

He glanced at his watch, reminding himself of the promise he had made to the original owner of the body. He would have to relinquish control at midnight, allowing the true owner to reclaim his body.

The reflection's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he turned back to his work. He had a few hours left before midnight, and he intended to make the most of them.

As the reflection prepared to leave the office, he turned to his employees and said, "Goodbye, everyone. Have a great evening."

The employees exchanged surprised glances, whispering to each other as the reflection walked out.

"I don't get it," one employee said. "He was so terrifying this morning, but now he's being all nice and friendly."

"I know, right?" another employee replied. "Must be because he's in a bad mood or something."

But then, a few employees chimed in, defending the boss. "No way, boss is kind! He always helps us out."

"I know, right? He's the best boss ever!"

Alex, the boy the reflection had helped earlier, nodded in agreement. "Yes, boss is kind. He helped me this morning."

The reflection, who was about to walk out the door, caught wind of the conversation and couldn't help but grin. He felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his plan to manipulate the employees' perception of him was working.

He walked out of the office, whistling a tune, feeling confident that he had successfully pulled off his charade. Little did he know, the true owner of the body was waiting for him, eager to reclaim his rightful place...

As the reflection walked into the house, he was greeted by the curious stares of the maid and other household staff. But he ignored them, his eyes fixed on the stairs leading up to the mirror.

He smirked to himself, knowing that Keith, the original owner of the body, was trapped in the mirror, waiting for him.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he saw Keith's frustrated face staring back at him from the mirror.

"Give me back my body now," Keith growled, his eyes blazing with anger. "It's already midnight."

The reflection chuckled, clearly enjoying Keith's distress. "Ah, Keith, Keith, Keith... you're so predictable."

He walked closer to the mirror, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'll give you back your body, of course... but don't think this is the end of our little game."

Keith's face twisted in rage, but the reflection just smiled and raised his hands, as if surrendering. "Midnight, as promised."

As the clock struck midnight, the reflection's body began to shimmer and distort, and Keith felt himself being pulled back into his own body.

Keith stretched his arms and legs, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Ahh, finally! I miss my body, haha!"

He looked at the reflection in the mirror, a mixture of emotions on his face. "What did you do today, hmm? Ahh, oh, I worked well until I felt tired."

He glared at the reflection, his tone turning sarcastic. "Don't you take pity on me? I did your bidding pretty well, didn't I?"

He scoffed, his anger rising. "Hmp! How can I thank you when you're the main reason I was trapped here?"

The reflection, now back in the mirror, smirked at Keith's words. "Ah, don't mention it, Keith. I just wanted to... liven things up for you."

Keith glared at the mirror, still feeling frustrated. "Liven things up? You think trapping me in a mirror and taking over my body is 'livening things up'?"

The reflection chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds so... mundane. But trust me, Keith, I had a blast."

Keith shook his head, still trying to process the events of the day. "I'm just glad to have my body back. But next time, stay out of my life."

The reflection grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "No promises, Keith. No promises

Keith scowled at the reflection, annoyed. "You! You reflection of myself!

The reflection said What can you do, at least change my nickname? It's bothersome when you call me that."

Keith smirked."No way! But it's a good idea, since it's hard to call you that... then I'll call you Keit."

The reflection shook his head. "No, change it. It's not good."

The reflection chuckled. "You, you're not good at giving a name, are you?"

Keith smirked, confident. "I'm good at it! Do you want to see what examples I made? Nickname: Ket, Kth, Keithy."

The reflection burst out laughing. "Why are you so bad at picking names?"

Keith shrugged. "Never mind, I'll pick one for myself... Kyle."

The reflection grinned, impressed. "Kyle? Not bad, Keith... I mean, Kyle.

The reflection smiled, satisfied with his new nickname. "Shut up, keith. Just remember, my name is Kyle now."

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Keith, walked downstairs, his stomach growling with hunger. He glanced back at Kyle , who was still watching him with an amused expression.

Keith rolled his eyes and muttered, "Babush," before heading down to the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen, he instructed the maid, "Please prepare my dinner."

The maid nodded and began to prepare the meal, but not before exchanging a knowing glance with the other kitchen staff.

As they worked, they whispered among themselves, speculating about the sudden change in their master's attitude.

"I don't know what's going on, but he seems so different today," one of the maids said.

"I know, right? He's always so serious and strict, but today he seems almost... carefree," another maid replied.

Keith, oblivious to the gossip, took out his phone and began to scroll through the company's updates, wondering what Kyle had done while occupying his body.

As he scrolled, his eyes widened in surprise, and a mixture of emotions crossed his face...

Hmm, I'm impressed that he did a really good job handling my company in only half a day. It looks like I don't need to worry. As he was busy reading what Kyle had done, the maid entered with the food, and the maid said, "Master, the food is ready."

Keith answered with a smile and said, "Thank you, you can go now." As he was ready to eat, he saw a strange dish and called the maid, asking her, "What's this dish called?"

The maid replied, "...it's called 'Keith's Delight', sir." Her eyes sparkled with amusement.

Keith raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Keith's Delight? I've never heard of it. What's in it?"

The maid smiled mischievously. "I'm not entirely sure, sir. The cook said it was a special recipe, instructed by... um... someone."

Keith's eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in. "Someone?"

The maid nodded, trying to maintain a neutral expression. "Yes, sir. Someone who claimed to be... you."

Keith's eyes widened, realization dawning on him. Kyle. That sneaky reflection had been up to something...

Because before Kyle went to the company, he instructed the maid to make a dish that could be made with a pretty presentation and called it "Keith's Delight", just to make fun of Keith and see his reaction. But Keith, as he saw the dish, simply said, "Just you wait, you brat. I'll teach you a lesson. Hmp."

Unbothered, he continued to eat with his phone in his hand, as he always did, planning to stay one step ahead. He knew he had to act quickly, as there was a time limit on how long Kyle could use his body.

When he finished eating, he quickly went upstairs to his bedroom, which the maid found suspicious.

As Keith finished his meal, he quickly got up and headed upstairs to his bedroom, his phone still in hand. The maid watched him go, a puzzled expression on her face.

"That was strange," she whispered to herself. "Master Keith usually takes his time after dinner, but tonight he seems... anxious."

She shrugged and began to clear the table, but her curiosity lingered. What could be troubling Master Keith?

Meanwhile, upstairs, Keith locked his bedroom door and leaned against it, his eyes fixed on the mirror. A sly grin spread across his face.

"You think you can outsmart me, Kyle? Think again," he whispered, his voice dripping with determination.

He pulled out his phone and began to type, his fingers flying across the screen. A plan was forming in his mind, one that would teach Kyle a lesson he wouldn't soon forget...

Keith stormed over to the mirror, his face red with anger. "What did you do, Kyle?!" he shouted, his eyebrows raised in indignation.

Kyle, still grinning, shrugged. "What did I do?" he repeated, feigning innocence.

Keith's scowl deepened. "You don't know what you did? How could you ask the maid to make a dish named after me? 'Keith's Delight'? Are you kidding me?"

Kyle burst out laughing at Keith's angry expression. "You're really annoying to talk to," Keith muttered, crossing his arms.

Kyle's laughter only grew louder, and Keith's face turned even redder with rage. He spun on his heel and stalked into the bathroom, muttering to himself. "Just you wait, Kyle. I'll teach you a lesson."

As he showered, Keith continued to curse Kyle under his breath. Kyle, still watching from the mirror, found it all hilarious.

When Keith emerged from the bathroom, he caught Kyle's eye and gave him a withering look. But instead of intimidating Kyle, it only made him chuckle. "You're so predictable, Keith," Kyle said, shaking his head in amusement.

Keith shook his head, deciding to let it go for now. He knew he'd be back in the mirror tomorrow, and he didn't want to waste his energy on Kyle's antics.

Instead, he climbed into bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "I'll deal with you tomorrow, Kyle," he muttered, snuggling under the blankets.

As he drifted off to sleep, Keith couldn't help but smile. He knew that tomorrow, he'd be back in control, and Kyle would be back in the mirror. The thought was almost... soothing.

"I'll get my revenge tomorrow," Keith whispered, his eyes closing in anticipation. "But for now, I'll just enjoy my sleep. After all, I don't want to wake up with wrinkles from frowning too much."

He let out a gentle chuckle, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. "You may have won this small battle, Kyle, but I'll be back, and next time, I won't be so easy to fool."

With that, Keith drifted off to sleep, a peaceful smile on his face. The moon cast a gentle glow over his room, and the silence was only broken by the occasional creak of the mansion

But despite the peaceful atmosphere, Keith's mind was already racing ahead, planning his next move, and plotting his revenge against the mischievous Kyle.

When Keith woke up, he found himself back in the mirror, staring at Kyle, who was already dressed in his suit. Kyle caught his eye and said, "Are you still angry, Keith?"

Keith's scowl deepened. "How can I not be? You named a dish after me! How can you compare me to... to... that?"

Kyle chuckled. "Stop, stop. I may have a bad hearing if too many words are spoken to my ear."

Keith let out a disdainful huff. "Hmp."

Kyle's expression turned serious. "I apologize, Keith. I really didn't mean to offend you. It's just... I found it funny."

Keith's laughter was cold and mirthless. "Hahahaha. That's not funny."

He turned his back on Kyle, refusing to look at him. Kyle sighed and said, "Bye."

Kyle headed downstairs to have breakfast, his voice cold and detached as he instructed the maid to prepare his meal. The maid rushed to obey, nervous about Kyle's mood.

As she was setting the table, someone tripped and stumbled, crashing into the table where Kyle was sitting. Kyle's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin.

"What's going on here?" he demanded, his voice icy...

The maid, trembling with fear, hurriedly dropped to her knees and began to beg for forgiveness. "I'm so sorry, Master! I didn't mean to! Please don't fire me!"

Before Kyle could respond, the head maid rushed over and intervened. She curtsied low and said, "Master, we apologize for the disturbance. This maid is new here and still learning."

Kyle, remembering he was still pretending to be Keith, forced a warm smile onto his face. "It's alright, it's alright. Accidents happen. Just be more careful next time, okay?"

The new maid looked up, relief written across her face. "Y-yes, Master. Thank you, Master."

The head maid bowed and said, "Thank you, Master. We'll make sure to be more careful in the future."

Kyle's smile never wavered, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. He was still getting used to playing the role of kind and benevolent master, but he was determined to keep up the act...

As the maid arrived with the food, Kyle began to eat, savoring the flavors and textures. However, he soon noticed that the maids were standing around him, their eyes fixed on him with an air of reverence.

Kyle paused, his fork hovering over his plate. "What are you doing?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

The head maid bowed low. "We are following proper etiquette, Master. As your servants, it is our duty to attend to your needs and show respect."

Kyle's eyes sparkled with amusement as he thought to himself, "Should I take advantage of this situation to make them see me as the only one who is kind to them?"

He smiled warmly and said, "Please, don't stand on ceremony. Sit and eat with me."

However, the maids misunderstood his intentions and promptly sat down on the floor, their legs folded beneath them. Kyle's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a surge of irritation. But he quickly hid it behind a mask of kindness.

"Here, sit in the chair and eat with me," Kyle said, gesturing to the empty chairs around the table.

But the head maid hesitated, her eyes darting nervously to the floor. "I'm afraid that would be unseemly, Master. It would be a breach of etiquette and blur the lines of our master-servant relationship."

Kyle's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Of course, I understand," he said, his voice dripping with false humility. "I wouldn't want to compromise our relationship. Please, continue to serve me as you normally would."

The maids nodded and resumed their duties, leaving Kyle to wonder how he could navigate this complex web of etiquette and relationships...

As Kyle was about to head upstairs, he turned to the servants and said, "Oh, I forgot to greet you all."

The servants immediately bowed their heads and replied in unison, "Good day, Master."

Kyle smiled warmly, still pretending to be Keith. "Good day, everyone. Thank you for taking care of me."

The head maid spoke up, "It's our pleasure, Master. We're always happy to serve you."

Kyle nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "I appreciate that. You all do an excellent job."

With that, he turned and headed upstairs, leaving the servants to exchange pleased glances. They were all relieved that Master Keith was in a good mood today...

Despite the head maid's reservations, Kyle insisted on eating with them, and eventually, they relented. The maids sat down at the table, but not before exchanging nervous glances.

Kyle, still pretending to be Keith, smiled warmly and said, "Please, don't be formal. We're all just people, after all."

The maids nodded, though they still seemed uncertain. Kyle, however, was determined to put them at ease. He asked them questions about their day, their interests, and their families.

As they ate together, Kyle was surprised to find that he was actually enjoying himself. The maids were pleasant company, and he found himself laughing and smiling along with them.

For a moment, he forgot that he was pretending to be Keith, and that his true intentions were far from pure. He forgot that he was just playing a role, and that his ultimate goal was to take revenge on Keith.

But as the meal drew to a close, Kyle's mask slipped back into place. He remembered who he was, and what he was doing. And with that, his smile faltered, and his eyes grew cold once more...

As Kyle was about to head upstairs, he turned to the servants and said, "Oh, I forgot to greet you all."

The servants immediately bowed their heads and replied in unison, "Good day, Master."

Kyle smiled warmly, still pretending to be Keith. "Good day, everyone. Thank you for taking care of me."

The head maid spoke up, "It's our pleasure, Master. We're always happy to serve you."

Kyle nodded, his eyes scanning the room. "I appreciate that. You all do an excellent job."

With that, he turned and headed upstairs, leaving the servants to exchange pleased glances. They were all relieved that Master Keith was in a good mood today...

As Kyle reached for the door handle to Keith's room, he hesitated, his ear catching the sound of the maids' hushed conversation. They were gossiping about him, but to his surprise, their words were laced with praise.

"I've never seen Master Keith so smiley and kind before," one of the maids said. "He's always been a bit...distant, but today he seemed really warm."

"I know, right?" another maid chimed in. "I was so nervous when I spilled the tea, but he just laughed it off and told me not to worry."

The head maid nodded in agreement. "Yes, Master Keith is a very kind and understanding master. We're lucky to work for him."

Kyle's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts. They think I'm Keith, and they're praising me for being kind and warm? This could be useful...

He pushed open the door and entered the room, his eyes scanning the space for his suitcase. But his mind was still on the maids' conversation, and the potential advantages of being seen as a kind and benevolent master...

As Kyle entered the room, he was greeted by the familiar sight of his belongings, still scattered about from his previous stay. But his gaze was quickly drawn to the mirror, where Keith's grumpy face stared back at him.

Keith's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in a scowl. "What's taking you so long?" he growled. "I thought you were just going to get your suitcase."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, amused by Keith's grumpiness. "Oh, I was just enjoying the maids' praise," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "They think I'm a kind and warm master."

Keith's scowl deepened. "Ugh, don't remind me. I'm stuck in this mirror, and you're out there making friends with the staff."

Kyle chuckled, shaking his head. "You're just jealous because you're not the center of attention for once."

Keith's face turned redder with rage, but Kyle just laughed and began to pack his suitcase, whistling a tune as he did so...

With his suitcase packed, Kyle headed downstairs, where the driver was waiting by the door. "Please drive me to the company," Kyle said, his voice firm and authoritative.

The driver bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Master. I will."

Kyle nodded and followed the driver out to the car, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. He was ready to take on the day and tackle whatever challenges lay ahead.

As they drove through the city streets, Kyle gazed out the window, his mind focused on the tasks ahead. He was determined to make the most of his time as Keith and to uncover the secrets of the company.

The driver's voice broke into his thoughts, "We're arriving at the company, Master."

Kyle nodded and sat up straight, smoothing his suit and preparing to face whatever lay ahead...

As Kyle stepped out of the car, he was immediately surrounded by a sea of faces, all smiling and greeting him warmly. "Good morning, Master Keith!" "Welcome, sir!" "It's great to see you again!"

Kyle's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the enthusiastic reception. He had expected a more subdued welcome, but it seemed that his reputation had undergone a significant transformation overnight.

The employees parted to let him through, and Kyle made his way into the building, nodding and smiling in response to the greetings. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride at the way people were reacting to him.

As he entered the lobby, he was approached by a group of executives, who shook his hand and congratulated him on his "newfound kindness and humility." Kyle's eyes sparkled with amusement as he accepted their praise, thinking to himself, "Little do they know, it's all just an act..."

Kyle grinned inwardly as he thanked the employees and made his way to his office. As he entered, he was greeted by a woman he had never seen before.

"Good morning, Master Keith," she said, smiling warmly. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here to meet you yesterday. I had a family emergency that I needed to attend to."

Kyle's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the woman's apologetic expression. "Ah, yes. I was told that you were out on emergency leave," he said, his voice neutral.

The woman nodded, her eyes still sparkling with warmth. "Yes, Master Keith. I'm so sorry for any inconvenience my absence may have caused. I'm here now, and I'll do my best to catch up on any missed work."

Kyle's gaze lingered on the woman's face for a moment before he nodded curtly. "Very well. I expect a full briefing on the current state of the company by the end of the day."

The woman nodded, her smile never wavering. "Yes, Master Keith. I'll get right on it."

Just as Kyle was about to sit down in the chair, a person rushed into the office without knocking. Kyle's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a sudden jolt of unease as he took in the stranger's frantic expression.

But it was the stranger's face that really caught Kyle off guard. He didn't recognize this person, and for a moment, he felt a sense of disorientation. Who was this person, and why were they barging into his office?

The stranger's eyes locked onto Kyle's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, the stranger's face relaxed into a look of relief, and they rushed over to Kyle.

"Keith, thank goodness you're here," the stranger exclaimed, their voice breathless. "I've been looking all over for you."

Kyle's mind racing, he tried to place the stranger's face, but it was no use. He had no idea who this person was or what they wanted. All he knew was that he had to keep up the act and pretend to be Keith...

Kyle forced a smile onto his face and said, "Hi, how are you?" But his eyes betrayed his unease, and his voice trembled slightly.

The woman's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer to him. "What's wrong, Keith? You're acting strange," she said, her voice laced with concern.

Kyle's mind racing, he tried to think of a way to deflect her question. But before he could come up with anything, he realized he didn't even know her name.

"Uh, what's...your name again?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The woman's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back. "You're kidding me, right? Keith, how can you forget me? I'm your trusted best friend!" She fake-cried, "You bastard!"

But Kyle, who was still adjusting to being in Keith's body, quickly understood the situation. He realized that this woman was someone close to Keith, and that he needed to play along.

He chuckled and said, "Yah, I'm just joking. Don't take it seriously."

The woman's expression changed from shock to relief, and she playfully hit him on the arm. "You're such a jerk, Keith. I should have known better than to fall for that."