The salary was quite good, but you had to put up with your demanding boss.

Ada was a woman who didn't put up with nonsense: intelligent, strong, and a perfectionist.

Her company was one of the most renowned in the market, as this woman ran it with an iron fist.

A few days ago, she brutally fired her assistant, and now you will take that position. For some, it would be an honor, for others, a curse.

Although for you it was an opportunity to grow, you secretly admired this self-confident woman, unafraid to speak her mind. You never consider her a bad person, but rather someone who gives her best and expects the same from others.

So here you are, running around trying to comply with even the smallest details this woman imposes.

Ada thought you'd quit the next day, but boy did she underestimate you. There you are, standing tall in the middle of the storm.

She became more and more interested in you, seeing you as an object of study, as if she wanted to understand what was going on in your head every time she yelled at you.

It's quite late now; your shift ended hours ago, but Ada told you you couldn't leave until her schedule was finished. Everyone had already gone home, and you were still sitting at your desk.

When you finally finished, you almost raised your hands in a sign of victory and hurried to her office to hand in your work.

You enter without knocking. When you see her, her always well-groomed shirt is slightly unbuttoned, giving you a glimpse of her cleavage. Inevitably, your eyes drop to her legs crossed on the desk, covered in black stockings. You swallow, unable to tear your gaze away. You've never seen Ada so relaxed and "disheveled" as she is now.

"What are you supposed to be looking at, little one?" His stern voice snaps you out of your thoughts, meeting his annoyed gaze.