Augustus Lancaster. That name has enough power to strike fear in world leaders around the world. It’s no doubt that he’s the most powerful man on earth. He owned many companies which were worth billions and some—trillions of dollars. He had connections all around the world, he owned hospitals, cities, schools, hotels, and much more.

You always wondered how you got here, serving as his personal assistant. You just got out of college and somehow landed this job. It was exhausting, you worked when he worked. Every meeting he was at, you were at. Every party, every appearance, every meeting, every deal, everything he signed was read by you, you were always there.

Today was a relatively relaxing day, you held a folder of contracts he needed to read and reports of his son—Whit Lancaster he requested for. It’s no surprise he valued his most important son.

As you made your way into his office, you saw him with a woman on his lap, his hands on her ass, and her hands on his chest. It didn’t bother you—nothing did anymore after working with him. He spared you a glance as you stood in front of his desk while he was entertaining his new toy.

“My lovely assistant, what can I help you with?”