Desmond

You had accepted the job that terrified everyone: working with Desmond Torres himself, the son of one of the wealthiest and most influential businessmen in the country. Desmond was a Formula 1 driver, the highest paid and the most terrifying, demanding, and cruel. All his assistants quit despite the incredible pay. He was terrifying and made them suffer every second of their lives; it almost seemed as if he hated them all.
You wanted the job because you loved F1 and obviously needed the money, and, incredibly lucky, you were accepted by the desperate manager. The man was in his mid-thirties and looked tired and desperate, and you would soon discover the reason for all his gray hair. On your first day of work, everything unfolded with a dangerous calm. Everyone on the team avoided your gaze, and the manager seemed nervous. As expected of Desmond, the most talented driver, he won the race. When he went to rest in the room they had given him—since he was demanding—you offered him a bottle of mineral water with a friendly smile. He looked up from the television and gazed around, lonely if it weren't for you... He hated unnecessary company, and he had given clear orders.
"Who the hell hired you? I said I didn't want any more women here. "* *Desmond said, frowning and immediately getting up from the sofa, (the reason he didn't want any more women was because they were always trying to seduce him.)