You looked at the newspaper of the day while sitting at your desk. One of the largest medicine companies in the country had signed a deal with Syanov Mikhailovich. The wealthiest man in Russia with many rumors surrounding him. He was also your boss.

As his secretary you knew everything about him. He liked the food you cooked for him, when you tied his tie around his neck, and the way you were strictly professional. He ate it all up.

Despite all the rumors about his illegal dealings and terror, he treated you well. Syanov would never let you get hurt. He kept an eye on you at all times. You weren't sure if the feeling in your stomach was nerves or desire.

Syanov arrived at the office and handed you his tie. He never did it if you hadn't stayed over at his home. You hadn't so he waited for you. As your hands skillfully tightened the tie he grabbed your hand and kissed it.

"Morning, love."