The next day when I got to work I looked like a zombie. My eye bags were darker as ever and it felt like i didn't sleep a wink witch I didn't. The second I stepped foot into the office I was hit with a, "get the files ready for the meeting." All I wanted was to sleep for gods sake! The exhaustion from the previous night's work weighed on me heavily as I scurried to gather the necessary files for the morning meeting. The office felt like a labyrinth of endless tasks and demands, and my frustration was beginning to boil over.
I arranged the files neatly, trying to maintain my composure. But when my boss casually mentioned that I should get enough sleep, it was as if he had struck a nerve.
"How can I when you make me not sleep!" I muttered under my breath, frustration evident in my voice.
My boss, who had just entered his office, seemed to have overheard me. He paused for a moment, then stepped back out, wearing a curious expression. "What was that you said?" he inquired, his tone a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
I hesitated for a moment, realizing that I had spoken my mind unintentionally. "Oh, nothing sir." I said as I quickly grabbed the files.
My boss continued to scrutinize me for a moment, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. It was clear that he wasn't entirely convinced by my dismissive response, but he didn't press the matter further. Instead, he gestured for me to follow him into his office.
I nervously placed the files down and followed behind him. "Look if your going to complain, complain outside of my company." He started, "I didn't hire you to talk about me underneath your breath. I hired You as my assistant and I expect you to act like a proper assistant." He told me. "I'm very sorry sir." I apologized, "leave my office." He said, i bowed and left the room.
A few minutes later after gathering the files As the meeting began, I did my best to present the files and contribute to the discussion, all the while battling the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm me. My boss's words continued to echo in my mind, a constant reminder of the demanding expectations placed upon me.
The hours dragged on, and by the time the meeting concluded, I felt utterly drained.
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As I drained myself into the work, a surprise guest came to visit the Boss. "Hi their Mary, long time no see." She smiled, "Oh Samantha, what are you doing here?" I asked forcing my smile. "Where's my sweet David at?" She asked looking around looking for the boss. "Sorry he is not expecting anyone at the moment." I told her looking back at my computer, "We'll tell him it's me." She demand, I grabbed the phone and dialed boss.
"Umm, Samantha is here to see you sir." I told him, "let her in." He told me, "okay." I ended the call. I slightly smiled and gestured for her to enter his office.
Samantha, with her air of confidence and elegance, sauntered into my boss's office as if she owned the place. I couldn't help but wonder about her connection to him, as it was evident from their interaction that they were more than just acquaintances.
Inside the office, their conversation was hushed, making it difficult for me to overhear. However, I couldn't help but be intrigued by their meeting, especially given my boss's reputation for being rather private about his personal life.
As they spoke, I returned to my work, though my curiosity lingered. The exhaustion from the sleepless nights and the challenges of my job were wearing me down, but I had no choice but to soldier on. I couldn't afford to lose my focus or let my frustration show again, especially with the unpredictable dynamics unfolding in my boss's office.
Hours passed, and eventually, Samantha emerged from the office with a satisfied smile on her face. She gave me a nod as she left, leaving me to wonder what business had brought her here and what it meant for my already hectic work life.
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A few week's later after being on a roller coaster full of emotions it was finally my off day. The day I got to sleep in and do anything I want. The day I didn't have to worry about being lectured by Lion Devil. My off days only comes around in two weeks so not being at work is like a dream come true. I mean everyone hates their job at some point. When I was younger I thought school was worse but being an adult is HELL!
As I slumped on my couch my phone suddenly started rigging. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was my boss calling. 'Why would He be calling me on my off day' I wondered. "Hello?" I said answering the call, "Come outside." He demanded, "What, Why?" I asked, "because I said so." He said as he ended the call. "AHHHH, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS DEVIL WANT FROM MEE!!!"
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When I got outside he was sitting in his luxury car on his phone. "Yes sir?" "Get in." He ordered me still looking at his phone. "I said get in." He said looking up at me, I quickly opened the door and entered the car. Once I entered the car he didn't say a word to me, he just started the car and took me to wherever he was taking me.
As we drove in silence, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. My boss's sudden call on my precious day off was highly unusual, and his demeanor was as enigmatic as ever.
After what felt like an eternity of tense silence, we arrived at an elegant building I had never been to before. My boss parked and got of the car. "Get out." He told me. "Oh!" I nervously got out of the car and closed the car door. I followed him inside and boy was I surprised, the place was filled with clothes shoes, jewelry etc. "Welcome back sir." A lady greeted us at the door. "Style her as best as you can, the most elegant dresses you can find." He told her, "huh? Me?" I asked pointing at myself confused. "Yes you." He replied as he walked away. "This way ma'am." The sale lady lead me.
I was taken into this big fitting room and I was forced to wear all these expensive dresses. I wore each one and the boss still didn't like them. One by one all the dresses were rejected until I came out in the last dress.
As I stepped out in the final dress, it was clear that my boss had a specific vision in mind. His expression softened, and he nodded in approval. The dress was indeed elegant, made from luxurious fabrics that I had never imagined wearing. It hugged my figure perfectly, and I couldn't help but feel a bit more confident in it.
"That's the one," he declared with a satisfied smile. "You look stunning, Mary."
I was taken aback by his unexpected compliment. It was rare for my boss to show any kind of appreciation or praise. The sales lady seemed equally surprised but quickly regained her composure.
"Would you like to try some accessories to complete the look?" she asked.
My boss nodded and gestured for her to bring some jewelry. As she adorned me with exquisite pieces, I couldn't help but feel like I was in a dream. This was a side of my boss I had never seen before, and I couldn't fathom why he was doing this for me.
Once I was fully dressed and accessorized, my boss escorted me out of the boutique. We returned to the car, and he continued to remain silent as he drove.
Eventually, we arrived at a lavish venue, where a grand event was in progress. As we entered, I realized that it was a high-profile gala. The room was filled with influential people from the business world, dressed in their finest attire.
My boss, David, led me through the crowd with confidence, introducing me as if I were a part of his world. I couldn't help but feel out of place, but I played along, trying to match the elegance and poise of those around me.
Throughout the evening, I observed my boss in a different light. He was a master of networking and socializing, effortlessly navigating the intricate web of connections that defined his world. It was a side of him I had never seen at the office, and I began to understand the complexity of his character.
As the night went on, I found myself engaged in conversations with influential individuals, discussing business matters and sharing insights. It was a surreal experience, considering my usual role as a sleep-deprived assistant.
The night concluded with a grand toast, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude mixed with confusion. My boss had taken me out of my comfort zone, exposing me to a world I had never imagined. But the question remained: Why had he done all this for me?
As we left the event and headed back to my apartment, my boss finally broke the silence. "Sorry for not telling you beforehand, this was a very important business party for me." He remarked, "it's okay sir, I am your assistant after all." I smiled nervously. "How about we grab some drinks at my place?" He suggested, "drinking at your place?" I asked taken back, "what, are you going to refuse your boss?" He asked, "No sir, a drink sounds nice." I smiled nervously.
We drove in silence until we got to his luxurious apartment. His apartment was bigger then my room and my living room combined. The apartment even had stairs, like what in the riches world. He directed me to sit down and he went upstairs.
It took him like 10 minutes to come downstairs. When he finally came back he was fully changed into sweatpants and a white plain t-shirt. He then passed by his cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine and brought it over. "Wine?" I mumbled, "what you don't like wine?" He asked, "well no, I just thought that we were going to drink beer or some alcohol." I replied, "If that's what you want I'll get it." He said, "No it's fine, wine is great." I told him.
We settled in his lavish living room, and my boss, David, expertly opened the bottle of wine, pouring two glasses. As we clinked glasses and took our first sips, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was a side of David that I had never seen before, and I was curious about what this evening would entail.
We began to chat about various topics, from work-related matters to personal interests. It was an oddly relaxed atmosphere, considering our usual interactions in the office. David's guard seemed to be down, and he shared anecdotes and stories from his life that I had never expected to hear.
As the evening wore on and the wine flowed, I began to feel more at ease. The exhaustion that had plagued me for so long seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie with my boss.
At some point, David asked about my own aspirations and dreams. It was a question that caught me off guard.
"We'll I always wished that I could have a decent amount of money that could last me a lifetime." I replied nervously, "And why is that?" He asked, "Well maybe it might be of my life growing up, my family wasn't well off. Maybe that's why I want to make a lot money and not have to lift a finger when I'm old." "And how do you plan to do that?" He asked, "work my ass off until I'm 40" I chuckled. "Aren't you 26?" He remarked, "Yes, but if my plan doesn't work I'll marry a rich men." I remarked.
At that point I didn't know what was coming out my mouth. Maybe because the alcohol was getting to my head or maybe I had just let my ego down. "So you just want to be a slave if your first plane doesn't work out?" He asked, "What does that supposed to mean?" I asked confused, "If you marry a rich man you'll just be used for sex and house work." He stated. "Well im already a slave, I work like a slave already so that won't be a problem." I remarked. "Are you saying I work you like a slave?" He asked, "Well you could be harsh sometimes." I remarked.
David's gaze locked onto me, his expression intense. It was as if he was dissecting my words, trying to understand the layers beneath my flippant comments. The wine had indeed loosened my tongue, and now I found myself engaged in a conversation that ventured into deeper, more personal territory.
"I don't want you to feel like a slave, Mary," David said, his tone surprisingly earnest. "I may demand a lot from you at work, but it's because I see potential in you. I believe you're capable of achieving more than you can imagine."
I blinked, taken aback by his sincerity. This was a side of David that I hadn't encountered before—the side that cared about his employees' well-being and aspirations.
"But," he continued, "there's more to life than just work, and you shouldn't feel like you have to sacrifice your happiness for success."
As his words sank in, I began to reflect on my own choices. Had I become so focused on the pursuit of wealth and success that I had neglected other aspects of my life? It was a sobering thought, one that I hadn't truly considered until now.
David poured us more wine, and we continued our conversation.
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The more Mary drank the more Mary talked freely. She got up from her sit and went over to sit next to David. "You're becoming way to comfortable Mary." He stated, "You know your handsome but are a devil into disguise." She said touching his face, "What's the supposed to mean?" He asked, "You know if you weren't my boss I would definitely hit on you." She chuckled. David's eyebrow arched in surprise at Mary's boldness. Her words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere in the room. The wine had clearly lowered inhibitions, and Mary's newfound candor was both intriguing and unexpected.
He gently but firmly removed her hand from his face. "Mary, we should maintain a professional boundary," he said, his tone a mix of caution and restraint.
Mary, however, seemed unfazed by his response. She leaned in closer, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. "But David, what if I told you that I've always had a little crush on you?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.
David's jaw tightened as he grappled with the unexpected turn of events. He had never anticipated such a confession from his assistant, and it left him momentarily speechless.
Before he could respond, Mary's lips met his in a daring and impulsive kiss. It was a spark of passion fueled by wine and desire, a moment of recklessness that defied the boundaries they had always maintained.
As the kiss deepened, they both surrendered to the intoxicating blend of attraction and curiosity that had been simmering beneath the surface. The world outside seemed to fade away as they explored this uncharted territory.
But as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, and they pulled away from each other, their breaths ragged and their faces flushed with a mix of desire and confusion.
David cleared his throat, his voice unsteady. "Mary, this... this can't happen," he managed to say, his gaze filled with a conflict of emotions.
Mary looked down, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don't know what came over me."
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