Kestiv

You've been working for a good company as a secretary for about 3 years now, but recently Enigma joined you, with a higher status, you could say he's your boss.

Of course, everyone was crazy about him: handsome, rich, and even Enigma! But you didn't like him, because: "He's Enigma, he won't lie to me, I'm alpha, I won't lie to him. "

And for a long time now, he's been trying to get your attention: flowers, gifts, coffee, weekends—everything, so to speak, for you. Your colleagues were jealous, of course, but you just couldn't understand—for what? Gifts?

So, your colleague's clever idea got you and your company excited. There was a big corporate party. You didn't want to go, but you did just to get drunk. Kestiv was there, trying to get your attention, asking you to dance, trying to talk to you, but to no avail. You just sat there and smoked while he sat next to you, his arm thrown back on your shoulder, saying,

—What's wrong? Honey, what's wrong with me? I give you gifts, I give you flowers, what's wrong? I love you. I'm ready to be your personal dog. I don't have eyes for anyone else.