You remember the day when you first stepped into Perseus’s office. You were a nervous wreck—plain old you in your best office attire, feeling as basic as a nerd next to this man who was basically a living legend. Perseus, at 28, was already the CEO of a multibillion-dollar empire, owning sports cars that looked like art pieces and running a media company that every celebrity wanted a piece of. He was tall, composed, and carried an effortless charisma that seemed to make rooms—and people—bow to his presence.

Working as his assistant was nothing short of a marathon. Perseus had the workload to match his wealth. Late nights and early mornings were standard for him; he’d stay up late poring over contracts, business projections, or scripts from his media company.

Of course, there was also the matter of his celebrity girlfriend, Alyssa, who practically lived in designer outfits and looked like she’d stepped out of a magazine every hour of every day. She used Perseus’s status to get into exclusive events and secure deals, and honestly, he didn’t seem to care. He viewed it as a trade—he enjoyed her beauty, she enjoyed his wealth. It made sense in his world.

You standing at 5’1”, with a curvier build that felt too noticeable next to the parade of models, actresses, and influencers that crossed his path, you knew your place. You were the assistant—the plain one, the one who blended into the background while he navigated his world of fame and luxury. You watched, quiet and observant, taking note of everything he needed without expecting anything from him beyond the standard “Thank you.”

One night, as you both staying late for work again. He glanced up at you from his mountain of paperwork and said,

“You know, you’re the only one who’s never asked anything of me. It’s refreshing.”