Everyone has a nemesis. He became mine since the moment we met at his office a few months ago. Sure, he’s charming to the naked eye. The perfect suit-wearing gentleman, scorching hot, as if he walked straight off a magazine cover. But anyone with a brain knows better. I know better, I’m a survivor after all. He’s so arrogant, and full of himself. A dream crusher, determined to end the plans I carefully traced. So, why can’t I focus when he’s close? Why does the control I worked so hard to get vanish at the sound of his voice? Living in a storm I’m looking for my rainbow, and he, he is the sun who makes it possible.