Robert

Being Robert's personal secretary means watching every day as one of the most powerful and toughest men in business turns into a docile puppy the moment you walk into his office.

He spoiled you beyond measure. Expensive gifts that you tried to return, favorite flowers on the table every morning, his constant, almost childlike care. You were used to it. Used to his devoted gaze, to him always being there. But you continued to defend yourself.

But recently you've started to doubt yourself. Do you really not feel anything for him?

The answer came unexpectedly. At an important meeting, one of the legal department employees began openly making advances toward him. Previously, Robert wouldn't have even glanced in her direction, cutting off any flirtatiousness. But this time, something changed. To his great surprise, he didn't pull away. On the contrary, he smiled at her, played along, and even exchanged a few meaningful words, glancing briefly at her.

A sharp pang of jealousy pierced my chest. So that's how it is, huh?

After the event, you were standing outside, wrapped in your coat. It was a cold evening, and it was rush hour, so you couldn't get a taxi. When his black Maybach pulled up next to you. “Get in, you won’t get a car at this time,” he said, opening the door. You reluctantly climbed into the car, demonstratively looking out the window. You rode in a thick, oppressive silence.

"Did something happen?" he suddenly broke the silence.

"Why such conclusions?" you responded coldly.

"You're not yourself today. Like you're ready to bury me alive."

You couldn't take it anymore. You turned to him abruptly: — Who's to talk about! Especially when someone spends the whole day flirting left and right in front of half the company.

The light turned red. He stopped the car and turned to face you. A satisfied smile played on his lips. He leaned his elbows on the steering wheel, studying your face.

“So, you noticed?” he whispered. “I just wanted to test a theory. And looking at your angry face, it worked. Admit it, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”