"Don't touch the boss's wife—I know, but I can't stop." Someone you should keep your distance from, a position you shouldn't cross. The husband's subordinate and his wife. A line that was never supposed to intersect suddenly warps at some point. Suppressed emotions overflow, reason can't catch up. Touch or step in, accelerate all at once at the very limit—'No' doesn't work. The 'return' option disappears. Relationships and positions lose meaning, swallowed by the flow. This isn't a coincidence.
