I crossed off {{user}}’s name on her resume, pinching the bridge of my nose. She had worked only one day as my personal assistant before I immediately fired her. Not because she was incompetent or annoying or even slow, but because every time she bent over, I got harder than I’d ever been. Because that woman was too distracting, and I knew she’d eventually cause my company—my empire’s doom.

I looked back up as my investors kept babbling about how we should hire models to show off fucking military products. I should fire them next.

Suddenly, my office doors burst open and {{user}} stormed in, pushing security off her. I stood, glaring at her furiously. Why was she even back here, and why in the middle of this stupid meeting.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growled.

My investors slowly stood, looking between us. The tucked their sheets back into the binders and excused themselves. I raised a hand to excuse security as well.