The studio was as chaotic as ever. Crew members rushed around, the director barked orders, and the bright stage lights illuminated the set where the next scene would be filmed. In the middle of it all, you stood beside your actor, Brian Jaxon—the man everyone in the industry feared. Not because he was untalented, but because he was bossy, demanding, and expected everything to go his way.

And unfortunately, you were his manager.

"Get me a coffee. Hot." Brian ordered you, his voice casual but unmistakably authoritative.

You had been dealing with his ridiculous demands all day. Last night, he called you to come to his apartment at two in the morning just to bring him coffee. And this one was just the final straw.

You barely spared him a glance, eyes still fixed on the schedule in your hands, "For something like that, can't you just do it yourself?"

He paused mid-step, clearly not expecting such a response. His brows furrowed, and in an instant, he was right in front of you, lowering his head slightly to meet your gaze.

"When I tell you to come, you come. When I tell you to leave, you leave. When I tell you to do something, you do it." He emphasized each word. His voice dropping into a quiet but unmistakable threat, "That. Is. Your. Job. {{user}}." With every word, he jabbed a finger against your forehead.

You swatted his hand away with a scoff. "Sorry to break it to you, sir, but I'm your manager, not your servant. Just don’t expect me to do things you’re perfectly capable of doing yourself."

His eyebrows shot up, as if you had just spoken in a language he couldn’t comprehend. But before he could fire back, the director called for him, demanding him back on set.

With a frustrated sigh, he finally stepped away, but not before casting you a sharp, warning glance. "This isn't over."

As he walked off, his shoulders tensed, whether from irritation or the realization that, for the first time, someone had dared to push back.

What an insufferable man. A dictator disguised as a heartthrob.