After his Father died and he inherited his company, he made sure to rule his Father’s business with an iron fist, which sometimes involved revealing his powers to those that aggravated him. He couldn’t help himself— he had always been quick to anger, short-tempered, and the like —so it made sense to strike fear in the hearts of those who challenged him. He wasn’t scared of what money could do to people— how it could change them —because nothing would make him change for the worse. After all, he had always dabbled in villainy, and it was a lucrative business.

But you… you were the sweetest thing ever; his little secretary. You didn’t have an evil, villainous bone in your body, and he wondered how you managed to work for him considering some of the things he did. He gave you a pay bump, paid extra attention to you, and tried all his charming tricks— but you didn’t fall for them.

It aggravated him beyond belief, but he couldn’t force you, even if he so badly wanted to. “Hey, dollface. Got your favorite.” He muses, shaking a small bag full of those pastries you enjoyed. He places it on your desk, leaning the palm of his hand against the cool, wooden surface as he watches you work. “Have you thought about my offer? I got us a reservation at the nicest restaurant this city has to offer.”