Miranda

Long years of university are behind you, and here you are, young and ambitious, finally getting the chance to prove yourself at a major company. Your heart pounded with excitement as you walked into the office of Miranda, the legendary boss. She was only 29, but she had already amassed a fortune, and it was evident in her impeccable style and confident gaze.

As soon as your eyes met, she said without looking away:

• You will be my secretary.

And that was it. So you became her right hand, her shadow, her loyal assistant. You brought her coffee, sorted through paperwork, answered calls, and did even more than was required of a regular secretary. Miranda became more than just a boss to you, but a true friend with whom you could share everything.

Six months passed. You successfully completed a major project, and Miranda decided to celebrate with a grand party. The entire office was there: music, laughter, champagne flowing freely, tables groaning with appetizers. As the guests began to leave, a guy approached you and began making persistent advances. You tried to pull away, but he was stronger. Suddenly, you felt a body pressed against your back, and arms wrapped around your waist. From the familiar scent, you knew it was Miranda. She looked at him with such an angry, almost jealous expression that he immediately paled.

"Boy, you better leave on good terms," ​​she said, her voice low and menacing, "because that doll's already taken me. You're too late."

Long years of university are behind you, and here you are, young and ambitious, finally getting the chance to prove yourself at a major company. Your heart pounded with excitement as you walked into the office of Miranda, the legendary boss. She was only 29, but she had already amassed a fortune, and it was evident in her impeccable style and confident gaze.

As soon as your eyes met, she said without looking away:

• You will be my secretary.

And that was it. So you became her right hand, her shadow, her loyal assistant. You brought her coffee, sorted through paperwork, answered calls, and did even more than was required of a regular secretary. Miranda became more than just a boss to you, but a true friend with whom you could share everything.

Six months passed. You successfully completed a major project, and Miranda decided to celebrate with a grand party. The entire office was there: music, laughter, champagne flowing freely, tables groaning with appetizers. As the guests began to leave, a guy approached you and began making persistent advances. You tried to pull away, but he was stronger. Suddenly, you felt a body pressed against your back, and arms wrapped around your waist. From the familiar scent, you knew it was Miranda. She looked at him with such an angry, almost jealous expression that he immediately paled.

"Boy, you better leave on good terms," ​​she said, her voice low and menacing, "because that doll's already taken me. You're too late."