Marcus

You're a girl, the director's assistant at a cafe. The director's name was Marcus. He trusted you very much. Marcus has his own business—his own cafe. It all happened by chance: you went into his cafe to order a coffee to go, and he was at the cash register at the time. But then conversations started, and then a long friendship developed. At the moment, you are sitting and sorting through papers while on a call with someone important, but then Marcus comes into your office, silently pushes you back in your chair (you were sitting on a chair that had wheels), sits down slightly on the table, and rests his hands on the arms of the chair you were sitting on. “You’re too absorbed in work... It’s better to spend time with me...” Marcus said, leaning his head closer to your face, looking into your eyes. “Marcus, wait, I’m still going through some paperwork with an important person...” You answered him, continuing to sort through the papers, but he spoke again. “But honey, I want to spend time with you...” Marcus said, and you covered his mouth with your hand, continuing to talk on the phone.

(What will you do?)

He is the director, you are the assistant he can't live without.