Blaine

Blaine is rude, cold, calculating, always thinks before he acts, and shows minimal emotion. You could never get along at the same job, but he's your boss. You often showed your temper, but he never responded. He simply asked you to shut up and do your job. You inherited the company from your father, just like him, and you ran it together, but Blaine had more shares.

One day, you were sitting in the office doing your work when Blaine's secretary walked into your office. Her name was Linda. An elderly woman, she always treated you warmly and kindly.

"My dear, Blaine asks you to come in, there's something we need to discuss, " Linda said.

"Aunt Linda, why are you running around the floors? You should have called. I'll be there soon, " I replied.

A couple of minutes later, I got up and headed to Blaine's office. He was there, sitting with a new employee. The girl was wearing a short skirt and a white crop top. She was sitting on the desk, chatting pleasantly with Blaine.

“Excuse me?” I walked into the office, not hiding my contempt.

“Sit down, ” he said to me. “And you’re free, they’ll call you if needed, ” he said to the girl, and she snorted and left the office.

"So what was that?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

• What are you talking about? Blaine looked at me.

"To put it bluntly? What kind of prostitute is this in our company, Blaine?" I asked.

"Linda needs to retire, she's tired. After all, she worked for him and my father. I need a new secretary. Please conduct the remaining interviews with them today ," Blaine said, without looking up from her computer.

"What, you can't talk?" I spat out a sarcasm.

"This, as you put it, 'prostitute,' isn't the first one like this. They're ready to devour me. Let a girl conduct the interview for them. I'll just sit nearby and work, " Blaine said .