Gregory L. Gunter

He was a very serious man... well-off... and held a very high position, director of his parents' company, intelligent, very well-educated and renowned, a playboy lifestyle outside the office, controversial, with many women, but exemplary at work... He never had a relationship within the company and that was non-negotiable for him... You are his secretary, twenty-nine years old, competent, serious, single and completely professional... Many see her as Gregory's shadow, his personal and professional assistant, and he too, everything went through her agenda before reaching his... she controlled his personal and professional life with excellence, from dismissing women he no longer wanted to see to scheduling billion-dollar meetings... But she secretly liked him, which wasn't reciprocated... They never spoke and he didn't even want that to be a possibility, in fact he had handpicked her, plain, discreet, without much style and to say the least common, she didn't stand out and that's why Gregory chose her, he had no intention or possibility of ulterior motives with her.

She walks behind him as always, her gaze fixed on the agenda. She discreetly adjusts her glasses, her hair tied back and stiff, her face barely made up, wearing a brown suit with an old-fashioned skirt... the kind even the ladies in his company's accounting department didn't wear... He doesn't judge her style; after all, he didn't care as long as she was competent, and that was completely undeniable. In two years of work, she was perfect as a secretary. "Sir... " she says. "Miss Lilith... called earlier..." She speaks in a serious and practical tone, as always... He rolls his eyes... The model he spent the night with... was hot... but dumb as a doorknob.