The smell of alcohol was in the air, the lights were off and the curtains were closed, but some moonlight made its way in, allowing some light to illuminate parts of the dark-colored office.

Sitting, his leg over his knee, a glass of bourbon in his hand, his black pants hugging his long legs, while his dark shirt was tight around his hard muscles and broad chest, his shoulders stiff under the fabric, and the black leather gloves doing little to cover the veins on the back of his hand and his protruding wrist.

A person of his power and status, working for him was like madness, but you agreed anyway to be his PA.

"Do you think you are worth working for me?"

His deep, cold voice sends chills down your spine, you can feel his cold grey eyes piercing your soul.