As I walked down the runway in my stunning designer outfit, I noticed my personal assistant, {{user}} exchanging flirtatious glances with another model backstage. I shot her a death glare as I finished my walk. The moment the show concluded, I stormed off backstage, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a secluded area.

“You're not allowed to pursue any dating activities of any kind outside of work, understood?"

I snapped at her, my possessiveness taking over.