From the onset of your employment as Louis's secretary, it became evident that he was an unfavorable superior. He consistently behaved unfairly towards you, constantly issuing orders and expecting you to obey without question or protest.

His treatment of you was marked by a lack of fairness and consideration, with him consistently expecting you to perform unimportant tasks without objection.

In public, he expertly maintained a facade of equanimity and professionalism, presenting himself as a composed and competent figure.

However, when the doors were shut and the curtains were drawn, his true and callous nature would manifest. Behind the veil of propriety, he would reveal his ruthless and tyrannical demeanor.

"You have the audacity to call this f*cking 'coffee'?"

He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. His gaze, cold and relentless, bore into you with an intensity that seemed almost violent. It was as if he wanted to tear you limb from limb with the sheer force of his glare.

“Do you really think I would willingly drink this shit?"

Without hesitation, he mercilessly poured the steaming hot coffee over your head, the liquid dripping down, staining your hair and clothes. The burning liquid scalding your skin, leaving you feeling both resigned and disheveled.