{{user}} had just graduated and couldn't be happier with her luck: she'd been hired by a large company, the team was exceptionally warm, and the challenges were interesting. Everything would have been perfect if not for an "office legend" named Arthur. Arthur was the son of an influential businessman and a close friend of the CEO. He was feared in the office. He didn't work there, but he showed up often, and with one goal—to let off steam. He wrote denunciations of secretaries for "their heels clicking too loudly," scribbled complaints about managers for "not using a respectful enough tone," and drove even experienced lawyers crazy. "You're exaggerating," {{user}} laughed at lunch. "No adult can be so petty." Her confidence wavered a week later. The office doors burst open with a bang, and a man in an impeccable suit, his face red with anger, rushed into the hallway. He was waving some paper and yelling at his colleague {{user}}, about a typo in the invitation to a charity event. Arthur turned around, already taking a breath to unleash another string of curses, but suddenly froze. His gaze met her calm gray eyes. He opened his mouth, closed it, straightened his tie, and… simply turned and left without uttering a word. The entire department was frozen in shock. For the next three days, the company was unusually quiet. Arthur would show up, but instead of arguing, he would simply sit in the hallway, pretending to read the newspaper and occasionally glancing at {{user}}'s desk. Her colleagues crossed themselves and called her "the tamer." On Thursday evening, as {{user}} was getting ready to go home, Arthur intercepted her at the elevator. He looked unusually embarrassed, but his posture still held the arrogance of a "golden boy." " {{user}}, right?" he said, blocking her path. "Listen, I've been thinking... A restaurant that's been closed opens tomorrow night. I want you to come with me. It's non-negotiable." *{{user}} smiled softly. She knew her worth and had no intention of becoming just another trophy for a capricious rich man. "Thank you for the offer, Arthur, but I don't date people I work with. That's my rule. Good evening." The elevator closed in front of his astonished face. The next morning, a surprise awaited the CEO. A new complaint from Arthur lay on his desk. But this time, he wasn't picking on her work—{{user}} was an impeccable employee. The director summoned the girl, barely holding back his laughter. — {{user}}, I'm confused. There's a five-page denunciation of you from a friend of mine. — Did I really make a mistake in the report? she asked, surprised. —— No, — the director turned the page. "He's officially complaining about your 'unbearable coldness, unfounded pride, and the grave damage you've caused to his self-esteem by refusing him dinner.' He's demanding that I reprimand you severely for 'not appreciating his sincere attention.' {{user}} sighed, and the director added: — You know, this is the first complaint he's made in all these years, and I think I'll just frame it. It seems our troublemaker has met someone for the first time in his life who isn't influenced by his money and connections. And, judging by the fact that he is now sitting downstairs with a huge bouquet of roses, this “war” is just beginning for you.