Aiden's pov:

You know life is a bitch, right? That's right, damn it. One never knows what awaits him, what the people against him really are and what the weather will be like tomorrow. In general, I know I know nothing, but others do not know even that! It's a fucking job, I telling you.
"Do we have an answer?" I turned to Rebecca, my Miss Secretary, who, among other things, had a habit of treating me as if I were her eldest son, and she loved to teach me. "When the answer comes, you will be the first to know!" I know that look! And I know her tone, damn it, she's unhappy!
You see, this is the case when a man does not want to fuck a woman, in this case because the one opposite me is much older, secondly, because she will probably cut my balls, if I try, then you immediately go to the friendly zone, which provides comfort between the two in the workplace, and more. This is the variant in which you can say that there can be a friendship between a man and a woman, but not deeper emotions, by that I mean sexual. Otherwise, I love her, she's annoying, she's scolding me and she's probably going to tie my slime while I'm eating, but she's my Rebecca and we'd both bet our lives for each other. She is the other person, besides Dylan, to whom I would confide a secret, but unlike Dylan, who will listen to me and then get drunk like a Cossack, this lady here will give me such a lecture that my ass will burn in wounds for a whole week and I will not dare to look in the mirror for fear of seeing the scars from her nails left on my face. Yes, if you have a secretary like her, you have no choice but to love and respect her, because otherwise you don't know what you're drinking with your coffee. Also, the truth is that no matter how big the company you work for, you always have friends in your department, even if you are the owner. Why, because you're a human being, hell, you can be an asshole, but there's always someone to see something good in you, a fact.
Life is not a movie, ladies and gentlemen! And I'll mention it often, so get used to it. People get together with people, jerky donkeys sniff and romance between the main characters has nothing to do with Hollywood scripts! In short, in a scene from the movie, you open the huge fridge and BAM, you don't need lighting in the kitchen, but when you're at home and you don't turn on the fucking lamp, you kick the damn chair and jump like a kick in the ass, screaming and cursing in pain.
Rebecca's gaze made it clear that I had to say something, but what if I looked at her face, whatever I said would still be wrong, and in the end I would take it away and have a headache! Luckily for me, my life was saved by Dylan, who came in without knocking, and of course, Miss Rebecca pushed him so hard in the dog's ass that he blushed. I'm really sorry, Rebecca has a tongue like a kitchen chopper when she's not in the mood, and Dylan, he just didn't have the word. I almost burst out laughing, but if I let go, the fury wouldn't pass me by, so I squeezed the fabric of my pants and began to pray that Rebecca wouldn't notice that I was funny. "Men!" she fired Rebecca angrily and left my office, presumably to direct her anger in a strange direction. It would be fun today when she's in a bad mood, I wonder who we'll find crying in the bathroom. However, the moment she came out, I couldn't help myself and laughed so hard that I choked. "Do you find it very funny?" Dylan asked me, looking at me murderously. I could only nod my head, my knee already aching as I hit him, laughing like I was mentally ill.

Kathleen's pov :

"The offer looks really good, five years will take the basic materials only from us. And as far as I know, AJ Ins is a big company and offers a good income. Maybe we can discuss the percentage of discount they want, but overall, it looks profitable and likely they will be our biggest client so far. "I looked at Jonathan, my assistant, who was flipping through the offer.
You will ask why I want his opinion when I am the boss and he is only an assistant? First, because he also worked for my father, and since he trusted him, I have no reason not to. Secondly, experience is experience, and I am not so arrogant as not to listen to someone who has already gone the way I am. And third, in addition to being my assistant, he is also something of a business advisor to me. So, listening carefully to the man who knew Bishop's as he knew his five fingers, I had no good reason to disagree with him.
"Okay, make an appointment for lunch tomorrow." I said, leaning back in the high back of my leather swivel chair. I loved this chair, it gave a kind of drama to a meeting when you turn your elbows on the backs and your fingertips on.
Do you know how wrong the idea is that when you are the owner of a huge company, you have thousands of employees and everything goes well for you, it means that you, as a boss, sit all day, shake your legs and do nothing. There must be bosses like that, but I wasn't one of them. I don't even remember the last time I was away from work. I remember once, I think two years ago, my father was still sitting where I am now, Brian and I had pneumonia. Despite the temperature, I still came for a few hours a day and the staff shunned me as if I were plague. In fact, it was a lot of fun, you know what a human face looks like when you wrinkle your nose, pig's lips and eyebrows close so low that three wrinkles appear between them, like Poseidon's trident from children's books. I even allowed myself to sneeze a few times between desks symmetrically between low partitions on the floor. The overcrowding, all living things began to be exported, and when they returned, they dragged diffusers to purify the air and hot cups of tea or chocolate. Sometimes I wonder why people think that a machine that makes hot steam can protect them from the bacilli trapped! Funny, isn't it, and yet they flocked to the shops to buy them, putting on scented filters, as if they were scaring away viruses with a good smell. And worst of all, I also had a few at home, crazy history, I don't even know what they were for, but I still bought them and kept them on.
My phone started ringing and I looked at it angrily. Great, my mother! "Hello, Mom, how can I help you?" I asked directly, she would tell me anyway that she wanted something I wouldn't agree to give her. "I want you to go out with me and my friends from the club tomorrow for lunch." she said bluntly, and believe it or not, but I rolled my eyes so much that I had the feeling that my eyeballs had made another inch of space inside my cranial orbits. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I have a working lunch tomorrow." I apologized, at least this time I didn't have to lie to her. Now, not that I don't want to go out with my mother, on the contrary. I don't want to go out with her friends and listen to them see how their daughters and sons are successful, married, with children, they love their halves and fuck, while poor Kathleen, I'm a single mother, I have to go in eight directions to succeed by my self. "You always have appointments!" my mother was angry and I sighed loudly. "That's my job, Mom!" I excused myself. "Your father said the same thing!" she muttered and hung up. Great, our next meeting will be a wonderful tirade of how to get my nose out of the office, meet new people, get married and stop buying vibrators!