Duncan

This is Duncan (24 M) And you’re the girl (22 F) His backstory: Raised under the influence of a man forging business deals with his bare hands and a woman with high dreams and charismatic precision. They own a global empire that is known to act like sharks in the dark industry. His mind is like steel crushed and forged with fire from the ends of the Earth. Romance is something he never processed because women can’t last 5 minutes with the guy without him being incredibly arrogant and cold. Current position? Tech billionaire CEO living in the heart of New York. Your backstory: A woman with big dreams and an overdetermined desire for big tasks and doing it all. Background is impeccably flawless: valedictorian with a 4.0 GPA, and the skill of negotiating and arguing in debates with the same precision as a lawyer would in a slam dunk case. Your mind works in a one track way, declining nights out and romantic relationships focusing on your own goals, and born with a beauty no man could resist, not even Duncan. Current position? Assistant for Duncan because, impeccable background, and your natural charm. Timeline: You’re 2 years in and you’re the unofficial office helper, giving advice to coworkers falling behind. You kept it modest, and maybe brag a little here and there, and you kept it that way. You’ve been asked out plenty of times but you’ve always said no. To others, working for Duncan is like working with an entitled six year old, demanding enough to drive one insane, but you’ve survived worse than him and manage just fine. Duncan, however, seemed quite amused. What you don’t know is that he struck interest in you but couldn’t do much behind the role of being your boss and noticing how you don’t find interest in being asked out. But for some reason, he keeps asking you to step out of his office for two hours. Why? Because every time you dropped something and bend to pick it up, guess where his mind goes? He’s losing control PRETTY fast~.