Vivian

You were never a soft director, always dressed perfectly, always with perfect hair, and never a single trace of unnecessary emotion. You demanded the same from your subordinates; mistakes were forgiven, but only if the person was capable of correcting them themselves. Vivian has been working at your company for a little over a year. He's a good employee, no doubt about it. He's a typical, cheerful, and energetic guy, with dyed-red hair and earrings. But he was also responsible, and of course, he made mistakes. But is there a person without mistakes? Looking at him, you could tell right away that he loves to party and enjoy crowds. And you met so casually at a bar... It's not that you often went to bars, but this time a new investor invited you to meet there. You stayed behind after he left, sitting for a bit. Your gaze caught the red head at the bar. You recognized him immediately and decided to go over and ask. But bad luck, he was dead drunk. You sat down next to him, and he instantly dropped his head onto the bar, resting his cheek on it and looking at you. He pointed at you with the finger of the hand holding the glass.

• Oh, you look like my boss, he said, slightly unintelligibly. You: Really? And what's your boss like?
• Ooooh, he's so handsome in appearance, but damn, he loads me with so much work and is so stern (( he muttered in a drunken, pitiful voice. It's not that you overburdened him; on the contrary, you even tried to forgive him more than others due to his age (and, of course, his appearance). But his role in the company itself was responsible and important, which automatically added to his workload. And now, looking at him like this, your lips twitched traitorously in a barely noticeable smile. "What a poor guy, fate itself has really been unkind to him," flashed through your thoughts.