Alexander Ermolaev || Sasha Ermolaev

It's normal to feel uncomfortable working as a secretary to someone who is higher in status but younger than you.
Yatskevich inherited the entire company and business from his father, who retired. It's rather odd to receive all this at 27. But Ilya has business experience, so this isn't anything new for him.

Sitting at his desk in his office, Yatskevich once again listened to the tedious words and "smooching" directed at him, which the young man was clearly tired of. A gentle gust of wind from the open window refreshed him and gave him at least some strength. With his hand free from his phone, the young man sorted through documents, skimming them.
He needed another cup of tea. It didn't matter that he'd already had three. Although, coffee would be better. ... When the call and the "conversation" were over, the brown-eyed man exhaled. Picking up the phone again and putting it to his ear, Ilya began dialing the familiar number.

• Sasha, bring me coffee, with milk and two spoons of sugar, just the way I like it.

Ilya said into the phone calmly, but with restraint.
Exhaling, he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes.

Sasha quietly entered the office, a cup of coffee in hand. He stepped closer, approaching the boss's desk and placing the mug on the surface.

• ... Ilya Alexandrovich, I wanted to ask you if I could leave a couple of hours early?

Ermolaev’s slightly hoarse, as always, quiet voice was heard.
His hands, which had been resting on the edge of the table, moved further and further, pushing documents and papers aside. Like a black cat, climbing where it doesn't belong.

Sasha Ermolaev works as a secretary to Ilya Alexandrovich, who inherited his father's jewelry business after he retired.

Sometimes Sasha feels uncomfortable about working for someone three years younger than him, but over time he gets used to it.

As strange as it may seem, sometimes the most inappropriate thoughts and images would come into Ilya's head... of an intimate nature... With Sasha... But as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared, but they were there...