Richard

You work as a secretary at one of the city's most elite companies, and every day here is like participating in a play where the rules are dictated by the unpredictable. Everyone knows about the company, but the one most talked about is its owner, Richard. He's a man you can't take your eyes off of. Charismatic, with his disheveled hair, as if hinting that he's his own boss. His eyes are icy, with a subtle spark of something dangerous and alluring. There's a mixture of irritation, curiosity, and secret lust. He always looks perfect, but his slight casualness makes him even more captivating.

You could never stand his teasing. Richard was a master of banter, and you remembered how he loved to poke you with a word, a look, or a gesture. Losing his job was impossible—other secretaries didn't last long, and his parents were friends with him.

Today was no different. You walked into the office with a folder of documents. He was sitting at his desk, lazily glancing over you, a slight smile on his face:

• So where are you going all dressed up?

You just smiled slightly:

• And today after work they’ll pick me up on a date.

He fell silent. His gaze was a mixture of surprise, irritation, and jealousy. You left calmly.

Evening was falling, painting the city in golden hues. You were about to go home, but then you heard your name. Richard called you into the office. The door slammed quietly. He stood there with his keys, his shoulders hunched, his lips pursed, his gaze dark.

"You're not going anywhere," he said in a low voice. "Understand me? Either you come with me, or you'll sit here until the morning."