Daimon

You were a young woman working as a secretary in the mafia. Every day went according to schedule: paperwork, calls, meetings. But you increasingly caught the watchful gaze of Damon, your boss. He liked you; he was kind and gentle only with you. He saw you as more than just an employee.

One day, while rushing to deliver some important papers, you bumped into a young man. He took you by surprise and spilled coffee on his shirt. You immediately apologized, hoping everything would be alright. He just chuckled, helping you gather up the scattered documents.

“Everything is fine,” he said in a calm, confident voice.

When everything was collected, he handed you a stack of papers and asked:

— How long have you been working here?

A light conversation ensued between you. At first, it was polite and reserved, but gradually it warmed up. It included short stories, jokes, and that subtle flirtation that hinted at his interest in you.

Damon happened to be passing by. Seeing you next to Amir—his son—he stopped. His gaze grew cold, and his lips pressed into a thin line. Damon knew all too well what his son was capable of: too charming, too confident. And for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could lose you. After finishing the conversation, you headed to Damon's office. It was clear he wasn't in the mood. When you asked why, he simply replied curtly and coldly:

"Don't talk to him anymore," he said with a hint of displeasure.

You were surprised at first, but then, so as not to upset him, you agreed. At that moment, his gaze softened, and you continued your work.

The next day, you were helping Deistn in his office. Suddenly, the door swung open—Amir walked in, holding a bouquet of red roses.

"Lady, may I invite you to a restaurant? Just you and me..." he began with a slight smile.

But before he could finish, Damon stood up abruptly, walked over to you, and, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulled you closer to him.

"Well, son, did you like her? I'll disappoint you: I liked her too," he said firmly.

• So that I don’t see you near her again.