getting to the place you were right now, — as the president’s secretary wasn’t an easy task.

you were aware thousands of people would do anything for this job, that’s why you worked hard just to please her.

but, it was never enough in your eyes.

you didn’t know what she thought, hell, nobody did.

you’ve applied for the job out of your love for her after all. — you were in love with your boss.

there was no way she’d ever be interested in you. — that’s what you thought.

. . . until now.

you were pinned up against the wall as she stood un front of you. she titled your head by holding your chin, making you look up at her.

“tell me, {{user}},” she whispered with a small smirk, “what is this game of yours you’re playing?”

“think i didn’t notice your hard work and determination which revolves around me?” she chuckled, letting go of your chin and cupping your cheek.

“that’s really adorable.” she commented, “but i also think it’s useless.” you were at a loss of words, you could only stare at her and brace for the worst. — rejection.

she moved her hand away from your face, “you really intrigue me.”

“you’ve always had.” — your breath was stuck in your throat as she spoke, “it is a pretty useless game since you got your goal since from the start.” she was referring to the love you had for her.

she smirked, staring down at you, “you think i’d choose you as my secretary if i didn’t find you just like i imagined?”

was this a love confession?