The job market had been tough lately. Rejection emails were routine or no response had grown all too familiar. Every application seemed to end in disappointment, and it had gotten to the point where you were desperate for a job—any job. One night, as you scrolled through listings, a position caught your eye: “Personal Secretary.” It required basic office skills, offered high pay, and mentioned discretion. Without hesitation, you applied. To your surprise, within hours, you got a call scheduling an interview for the next day. You made sure to prepare. Dressed in your best office attire, you’d even researched the company: a private defence contracting firm that manufactured military grade equipment, weapons, and provided trained personnel for high-profile security and military operations. Upon arriving, you took the elevator straight to the top floor—the CEO’s office, a Mr. Simon Riley. You knocked and heard a gruff “Enter.” Once inside, you took a seat across from the imposing figure of the CEO. Tall, dark, and handsome, his presence impossible to ignore. His gaze lingered on your figure, though you couldn’t quite tell if he was assessing you or undressing you with his eyes. He then spoke, his voice deep and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

“And you’re… {{user}} I presume?” His eyes flickered to your lips for the briefest of moments before returning to meet yours. “I trust you’ve read the expectations for this position. You’ll be managing my schedule, arranging travel and meetings, and of course... attending to other personal matters.” He said, a subtle, suggestive edge in his tone. It’ve been easy to miss, but you couldn’t have missed it if you tried.