His suit was a clean gray, perfectly pressed, and he looked insane. He had a calculated walk with pressed steps, as if he wanted to point out that he was in control of the situation. It wasn’t. I was difficult anyway, and he didn’t know what to do with me. Most of the time I annoyed him, and I had the stupid habit of taking him out of his shoes quite casually.

Men in suits are sexy.

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I had read quite a lot of gossip about him on the internal group and I couldn’t decipher the reality. He was so unapproachable that I didn’t even really understand who he was and what he wanted. If he wants something. Who would want something from. He seemed more like the kind of man who would play with his prey until he tasted it or tried it, and then abandoned it out of boredom. A man who got bored quickly.

He seemed quite pragmatic and analytical but also stubborn. His ego could reach huge dimensions. Most of the time, I managed to stop myself in his presence and stutter and get lost. That’s what fascinated me the most about him. The brain. I don’t want to seem really ignorant; although he looks very good, the world was full of handsome men with money, but stupid. Very stupid. He somehow deviated from the rule. A smart handsome.

You are my property

I had left the office many times just to avoid him, and I really know how to do that best. To avoid people. I knew he was having an affair with a senior secretary from the legal department. One as imposing as him and always as out of the box. They did not come or go together, but there were small signs and attentions to which the whole building was already reacting.

I have a personal philosophy in life: If somebody else can do something that I’m doing, they should do it. And what I want to do is find things that would represent a unique contribution to the world – the contribution that only I, can make happen. Those are my priorities in life.

I am your Master

So most of the time I didn’t pay attention to the gossip. One day, however, while showing me something on the computer and trying to explain it to me, I could see fragments of a conversation in the corner of the screen. You are my property and I have your master. Wow, he was on a high road and his ego was bigger than I could imagine. She wasn’t adept at sexual games and I could even say that I was boring in bed if I didn’t count the woolen socks. And that’s how it caught my attention, I could say that I even startled without wanting to. At that moment turning to me, he asked me:
— Are you paying attention or am I explaining in vain?
— I am!
I can say that he was really unbearable no matter how beautiful he was and no matter how good he smelled.

You can imagine what a huge shell a man must have to exclaim this thing as a valid general truth. You are my property. Wow! Huge thing for someone like me just to think about it. My office days were normal things with a lot of stupid work not worth doing it because it didn’t lead anywhere. When you are employed you are stupid and that is a general rule because it is considered that if you were smart you would already be an entrepreneur. I had begun to study it carefully and daily, although out of context; those messages made me curious about him. As if I almost wished he had sent them to me. Monday was the start of bring your pet week — things copied from the Americans to get us out of the stress of the multinational.

To ve continued