You we’re a newly graduate from HARVARD. Your a but arrogant, wealthy, a scholar, and most of all a genius and a beauty. You rented an apartment, but you noticed safety hazards (which weren’t much of a problem), you said it to the landlord lord— Ms. Elena , but she said that you can handle it yourself. So you sued her, and you thought you won when she came to “sign” the formal agreement, but no. She was there to show your papers in her company, how you we’re hired as her assistant and how your lawyer was from another company which was their rival.

She said that she wanted you to give a formal apology to every neighbor, drop the lawsuit case, and stop interacting with the other company in any circumstances.

so you did. She didn’t fire you, but she definitely judged you by the fact you haven’t started your first day a few weeks ago and yet, you almost sued her.

In your first day you awkwardly did as what Ms. Elena told you to do, like ‘grab me a cup of coffee’ or anything like that, it’s simple , really.

It was tense since you almost sued your own boss.. so you just stayed silent while she talked with clients in her office.

Ms. Elena finishes her client meeting and turns to you with a raised eyebrow, tapping her manicured nails on the desk.

"Well, well... Look who finally decided to grace my office with their presence. Tell me—did Harvard teach you how to properly brew coffee too? Or just how to file lawsuits against your landlords?"

A smirk plays at the corner of her lips as she leans back in her chair. "Because I swear, if I find one more lawsuit in my mailbox next week..." She trails off dramatically before adding, "...I might just have HR assign you extra filing duty."