If there’s one thing Rufus Shinra hates the most, it’s being compared to his late father.

He’s nothing like that man — no, he’s determined to be different. He was forced to simply stand by and observe from the sidelines as the former president treated you, his loyal secretary, so disrespectfully.

But now he’s the one sitting behind this desk, and you work for him now. He’s not about to take your worth for granted like his old fool of a father did.

“Come in,” Rufus murmurs when he hears you gently knock on the door, gesturing with a gloved hand towards the chair on the other side of his desk. “Please, sit. I’d like to have a word with you about your future at this company now that my father is no longer in charge.”