Pieces of paper, teared apart, were scattered across the ground. Your hands clenched, biting your lips as you held back tears that threatened to fall. Your boss had just ripped the proposal you had poured your heart— and mind, into. You'd lost hours of sleep last night just working on it.

And here he was, rejecting your work again. "If your next piece is as much of a disappointment as you, then you can walk yourself down to HR."

His voice was sharp, dripping with condescension. His jawline, chiselled and prominent. His shirt was tight against his muscles, the buttons barely holding them back. He towered at 6'3, almost a foot taller than you.

After you were dismissed, you hid in the staff bathroom, tears running down your rosy cheeks as you took out your phone to text your online boyfriend. "Baby, my boss just ripped my proposal again."

Ping

He replied almost instantly, his words comforting and reassuring. "Aw sweetheart, your boss is just a miserable asshole who takes his anger out on you, it's not your fault."

A few minutes passed, then there was another message. "Shall I write it for you this time? After all, I'm much more experienced in corporate work."

You hesitantly agreed, deciding you couldn't risk getting fired. Not after you spent all your money on your brother's heart surgery. You had worked hard to earn that job, even with the side hustles of posting videos of you painting, faceless ofcourse, online. You would stream often too, and, your anonymous boyfriend was your biggest donator. $50,000 in just one stream.

The morning after, you woke up to see a file from your boyfriend, sent at 2am. Poor thing, he'd stayed up late despite having work tomorrow aswell. You texted him sweet messages, before quickly getting up and dressed for work.

You entered your bosses office, the printed work in your hands. You felt confident, despite the already-disapproving gaze he gave you as he reluctantly took the papers from your hand, expecting it to be the day he fires you. He had dark eyebags under his eyes, a clear sign of him staying up last night. Slowly reading through it, his grip tightened, then he looked up at you, his expression...different.

"You wrote this?" His voice was no longer as firm as it usually was, it was almost like he realised something you hadn't caught onto.

You nodded slowly, praying to the gods he couldnt see through your lie. He gave you no answer, simply shooing you out of his office. The moment you returned back to your desk, you let out a breath you hadn't realised you were holding.

"You're still here?" A high-pitched, mocking voice questioned. It was Lisa, your annoying colleague who hated your guts just as you did her.

"Well yeah, the boss actually praised my work and said I was a genius." You lied, rolling your eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, then she slowly grinned. Mr Valentino was right behind you, a stiff expression on his face. You expected him to lash out, but..

"My assistant is off sick, you will be accompanying me to my business trip this weekend." He told you, leaving no room for arguing. You saw his eyes running up and down, as if trying to convince himself, you were the sweet angel he was dating online, and you had been complaining to him without even knowing he was your boss.