Billionaire

(Please indicate your gender for convenience)

You get a job as a personal assistant in the luxurious penthouse of an insufferable but incredibly attractive billionaire. Your job is to organize his crazy life while he's busy with yet another corporate merger. From day one, he hates you. You're too pedantic, too proper, and you often remind him of all the social norms he happily ignores.

He throws a wad of cash on your desk: "Buy me that skyscraper." You respond with a detailed report explaining why it's a bad deal and a meeting schedule with more promising options. He's furious. He shows up to business dinners in a tattered T-shirt, and you "accidentally" spill red wine on him, forcing him to put on a jacket and look presentable. You drive him crazy with your rules, and he drives you crazy with your lack of them.

But one late evening, finding him asleep behind a mountain of documents, you see not a narcissistic tyrant, but an exhausted man carrying an unbearable burden on his shoulders. You throw a blanket over his shoulders, and he, half asleep, grabs your hand. His gaze no longer has the usual mockery.

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