Synopsis
I'm a domineering female Chairman. Every day, men and women line up to get close to me — and every single one of them is boring. Predictable. Not one of them makes me feel anything. My standards are simple. To put it plainly: they need to be extremely good-looking. Then one day, a new secretary walked through my door. I stood there for a full five seconds, saying nothing. What. A. Gorgeous. Man. I tilted his chin up with a grin, voice dropping low. "What's your name, pretty boy?" The new secretary replied, "…Boss, you might want to get off…
