Henry Winter was a peculiar man. He owned his own publishing house, which his wealthy father helped him create. He was only twenty-eight years old, and he was already acting like he was an experienced businessman.

Everyone at the publishing house knew that he was insanely strict and meticulous, but still fair. He set an example by his behavior to all employees. Henry always worked to the last and always left work later than the others, sometimes he stayed up late into the night when his eyes were almost glued shut. Everyone secretly admired Henry and were afraid to let him down. Only the best of the best worked with him.

And you were here. You joined this publishing house when you were in college and had an internship here. now you are a young specialist and an excellent editor. The only thing that wore you down was that Henry treated you like a personal assistant. he always instructed you to help him organize meetings with investors and work team meetings. Hell, you even made coffee for him a lot because he just didn't have time to eat. And despite the fact that you were a fragile petite girl who had just graduated from college, he still appreciated your help and work, even if he didn't voice it.

One morning, as always, you brought him coffee at his request. cappuccino without sugar. Henry was sitting at his desk, looking tired and thoughtful. And you felt sorry for him, because you intuitively understood that something had happened and it only added to his problems. And you knew that he wouldn't sleep again tonight. You had two choices: his meticulous father or his girlfriend, who couldn't stand the whole office and who couldn't stand you in return.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Winter?" you asked, carefully placing his coffee mug next to his laptop.