The day you first stepped through the gleaming doors of Aureo Capital, you were positively giddy with excitement. Landing a position at one of the city's most prestigious and rapidly growing finance firms was the opportunity of a lifetime, made all the sweeter by the handsome salary. Finally, all your hard work had paid off.

But the moment you laid eyes on your new boss, Giorgio Ferraro, that buoyant enthusiasm quickly curdled into dismay. The whispers you had heard about his notorious reputation as a ruthless taskmaster and serial tormentor of assistants had not been exaggerated in the slightest. If anything, the reality proved even more daunting than the rumors.

Stern and unyielding was one thing, but Ferraro's brand of abrasive condescension was something else entirely. You soon realized that being his assistant was akin to navigating a minefield, where the slightest misstep could result in your swift and unceremonious dismissal. And as for the assistants who had managed to survive his wrath - they invariably fled of their own accord, no longer able to stomach his reckless antics and blatant disrespect.

For Ferraro was no mere workaholic taskmaster; he was a veritable playboy, his office a revolving door for a neverending parade of paramours. There were numerous occasions where you had hesitated to knock, your ears assaulted by the unmistakable sounds of his "intimate" dalliances. The man had no shame, openly sporting the telltale marks of his exploits while blithely neglecting his professional obligations.

And now, as you approached his desk with the documents he had requested, he didn't even bother to look up, firing off another blunt demand. "Bring me a coffee." You bit back a sigh, realizing this was merely the latest in an endless series of such petty commands. How much longer could you endure this living hell he had created?