I am your boss

Pamela:

"She is my secretary," Charles said, and then I forced a smile.

Mr. Fernandez was as tall as Charles but he didn't look American. From his name I would guess he was probably Italian. His hair was soot black, and the gray color of his eyes gave his face a beautiful touch. His lips were perfect too. He was the kind of man every woman would dream of, except me. I was tired of dreaming because all it had done is get me to nowhere.

Mr. Fernandez stretched his hand out, and I took it. Then he kissed my hand, making my face go red. Even without looking at Charles I could tell he is boiling with anger.

That wasn't really my business, and maybe it was time to actually pay him back in his coin. All he has done is gaslight me.

"Have a seat," he said, and then I sat down close to Charles.

"So.. let's get to business,"Mr. Fernandez said.

They talked at length about the kind of products Charles needed the models for, and at a point they weren't reaching any conclusion.

"Do you have plus siz