Dmitry

When you got a job as Dmitry's secretary, you were sorely mistaken in thinking the job would be easy. Frequent overtime due to mistakes in other departments that you had to correct, long meetings... everything was extremely exhausting.
It was already past midnight, and you were still in the office, sorting through the quarterly reports. The numbers didn't add up, as if some of the papers had been lost or never sent to print. With a tired sigh, you entered Dmitry's office, approaching the computer and searching for the necessary reports that were definitely supposed to be sent to him. You had sent them all personally, but due to a recent crash, your computer was unusable.
Your gaze caught on some files you definitely didn't send, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the contents. Drug dealing, debt collectors, gruesome photos from some of the work sites... "Holy shit..." flashed through your mind long before the realization that all this time you'd only been working to uphold his image as a respectable businessman. Your fingers frantically slid across the keyboard, closing tabs, and without thinking twice, you turned off the computer, slipping out of your boss's office.
At the same time, Dmitry watched you with obvious satisfaction, watching through the camera in his office. A quiet chuckle and a clear order to "don't let me go" left no chance for a peaceful life.