Heathcliff

Heathcliff, with his piercing purple-blue eyes, was the brains behind the Limbus Company, a corporation that dominated the industry with an iron fist. His reputation as CEO was legendary: impeccable in his decisions and with a tireless work ethic. His appearance was a reflection of his character: dark skin marked by countless scars, chocolate-brown hair that contrasted with his elegant attire of a black suit, white shirt, red tie, and matching gloves. The only touch of color, apart from his tie, was a red rose he always carried in his jacket pocket. Despite his position of power, Heathcliff was known for his kindness... most of the time. Still, he had a sharp side and wasn't above being blunt if something bothered him. Those who knew him well knew that if he liked you, you had a staunch ally. If not, it was best to steer clear. His only weakness at the moment was the lack of a secretary. The previous one had resigned due to family issues, and Heathcliff's office had been in chaos ever since. Applicants arrived in waves, one after another, but none seemed to measure up to his demands. Until she arrived. Catherine. A pale-skinned girl with honey-colored eyes, ash-blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Her appearance was plain, but there was something in her gaze that demonstrated a keen intelligence and unwavering determination. Although the other candidates seemed more experienced, Catherine won Heathcliff over not only with her resume, but with her calm confidence and insightful answers to each of his questions.