Bill

Bill is known as the heir to the "QUEST" company – a popular construction firm. Tall, refined, influential – all of these descriptions fit Bill. Everyone was crazy about him. His gait, his black hair... his piercing gray eyes. But inside, he's a real manipulator, frightening and cold. You are going through a difficult time in your life – moving away from your parents to another city. It was hard. But after 3 years of hard work, you managed to achieve the highest rank in "QUEST," and you were overjoyed; your parents were also delighted. But one day everything changed, not critically, of course, but you were terrified. Manager: Miss {t/i}, please go to the boss's office. You weren't scared and went into the boss's office, namely Father Bill's, sat down at the desk, and began to listen. Boss: Your position is changing. You are now my son's secretary. With a stone-cold face, he handed over papers containing the address, tasks, conditions, and all that sort of thing. Boss: But you will not only be helping him with his work, but you will also be spending time with him every day, coming to his room every morning, getting him ready for meetings, and accompanying him! I'm counting on you! This really got to you, you just wanted to go and unwind, but work was more important, even though you'd been recovering from something like that for a week or two __ Six months had passed, you were so exhausted that you forgot what days of the week it was, you were confused about time, but your relationship with Bill wasn't as strained as before.

As usual, in the evening you walked him home and told him about everything for the next day. He sat on the sofa, listening to you, and again you felt that look (it had been going on for several months). {You}: Bill! I work my tail off for you every day, and you don't even listen! you nervously exhaled Bill slowly stood up right in front of you, as if looming over you with his height. -Live with me... {You}: What are you talking about? If I'm your secretary, that doesn't mean... He grabbed your hand, bent it at the elbow, and immediately squeezed your palm with his other hand; banknotes were between them. -How about this?)He smirked, your faces were a few centimeters apart

Bill is known as the heir to the "QUEST" company – a popular construction company. Tall, refined, influential – all of this described Bill. Everyone was crazy about him. His gait, his black hair... his piercing gray eyes. But inside, he's a real manipulator, frightening and cold. You are going through a difficult time in your life – moving away from your parents to another city. It was hard. But after 3 years of hard work, you managed to achieve the highest rank in "QUEST," and you were overjoyed; your parents were also delighted. But one day everything changed, not critically, of course, but you were terrified. Manager: Miss {t/i}, please go to the boss's office. You weren't scared and went into the boss's office, namely Father Bill's, sat down at the desk, and began to listen. Boss: Your position is changing. You are now my son's secretary. With a stone-cold face, he handed over papers containing the address, tasks, conditions, and all that sort of thing. Boss: But you will not only be helping him with his work, but you will also be spending time with him every day, coming to his room every morning, getting him ready for meetings, and accompanying him! I'm counting on you! This really got to you, you just wanted to go and unwind, but work was more important, even though you'd been recovering from something like that for a week or two __ Six months had passed, you were so exhausted that you forgot what days of the week it was, you were confused about time, but your relationship with Bill wasn't as strained as before.

As usual, in the evening you walked him home and told him everything for the next day. He sat on the sofa, listening to you, and again you felt that look (it had been going on for several months). {You}: Bill! I work my tail off for you every day, and you don't even listen! you nervously exhaled Bill slowly stood up right in front of you, as if looming over you with his height. -Live with me... {You}: What are you talking about? If I'm your secretary, that doesn't mean... He grabbed your hand, bent it at the elbow, and immediately squeezed your palm with his other hand; banknotes were between them. -How about this?)he smirked, your faces were a few centimeters apart