Ava waited impatiently at the door of the head office where she was supposed to meet her new boss, Hoffmann. "This is his uniform," the secretary announced in a cold tone. Ava stood up and approached the blonde secretary at the desk. "Thank you," she said as she took the uniform and examined the fabric. However, Ava became uncomfortable when she saw the size of the uniform. "Size S? Are you kidding?" "Is there a problem?" Sussan asked, arching an eyebrow. Her face showed hidden amusement, and Ava realized that the secretary and the Frenchwoman had teamed up against her. "Well, yes," Ava paused briefly, showing Sussan the tag. "The size is small, it won't fit." Ava confessed without revealing the annoyance that had brought a smirk to her face. "I'm sorry, but there's none in your size. It's the only one available," Sussan replied. Ava pursed her lips before speaking. "Then I won't wear the uniform," Ava said, making a move to hand back the navy blue suit she held in her hand. Howe
Some time later, the sound of heels echoed on the marble floors of the central area where her boss's office was located. Without pausing her stride, Ava pursed her lips as she felt the pencil skirt hugging her curvy behind. Alice had gone to modify the only uniform they had given her, knowing well that they were trying to make her quit. However, neither they nor the rest of the hotel knew who Ava Elizabeth Gray was. Ava stopped in front of Sussan's desk, who looked up slowly and seemed surprised to see the fitted uniform accentuating Ava's figure. The white blouse appeared slightly strained by the buttons due to her ample... assets. Ava had tied her brown hair into a bun, attempting to look more polished and presentable. "Who would walk around with such disheveled hair?" No one. Everyone was well-groomed, and she would be no exception. Ava noticed two men guarding the glass doors and approached the secretary. "Is Mr. Hoffmann inside?" Sussan raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "H
Björn went to his office after listening to the conversation between Christine and his assistant. For the first time, he smiled, but it vanished within seconds as he heard Christine's attempt to intimidate and humiliate his assistant. Determined to take action, Björn knew he had to do something, but there was a task he had to complete first. Once in his office, he picked up his coat and glanced at his watch, about to leave the main office to accompany his assistant, when he noticed her in her uniform. Sussan, his secretary, knocked on the glass door, halting his departure, and Björn signaled for her to come in. "Excuse me, Mr. Björn, Mrs. Laurent left you what you asked for this morning," Sussan said. "Thank you," Björn replied, placing it on his desk. As he turned to leave, the secretary remained in the same spot, causing Björn to raise an eyebrow. "Anything else? I have important business to attend to," he said, visibly annoyed. "I want to clarify that it wasn't my intention to g
After a hectic afternoon measuring every suit, skirt, and shoe from famous brands, Ava entered the house where she would now be living. Alice was sitting in the dining room, enjoying a bowl of cereal, when she spotted a couple of hotel staff carrying bags and purses from luxury brands. Finally, Ava walked in, her tired face evident. "Ava! Wow, what's happening here?" exclaimed Alice, rising from her chair. The men disappeared, leaving the two friends alone at last. Ava slumped into one of the large armchairs in the living room. "These are my uniforms," Alice said, walking over and inspecting one of the bags. Her eyes widened as she discovered a shoebox from GUCCI. "Oh my god," she whispered, pulling out a pair of black high-heeled sneakers. They were exquisite, understated, and could go well with anything. "They are beautiful," she added, winking mischievously at her friend, who didn't seem thrilled or happy about all the purchases. "What's wrong? Don't you like them?" "It's not th
Björn gestured for Ava to enter the room, and she hesitated for a moment, considering it was her boss's private space. However, she entered upon seeing his expression of irritation. She placed the breakfast service cart near the large dining room and straightened up, running her hands through her navy blue coat. Nervousness enveloped her as it was her first official day on the job as his assistant. Björn sat in a chair in the luxurious dining room of the suite, which was the most expensive and exquisite room in the hotel. He finished buttoning his shirt, leaving it half-open. Ava noticed that he was barefoot, and a thought crossed her mind, "Wow, he has nice feet." Ava cleared her throat, trying to push away that random thought. Björn looked at her. "Have a seat," he pointed to the chair next to him. She nodded and walked over. Björn picked up a box and brought it closer, placing it in front of her on the table. Ava frowned. "It's your iPad. We'll be using it extensively. I don't
Paris, France. Bruno took a sip of his drink, closed his eyes, savoring the burn that slid down his throat, and then opened them to look at the landscape in front of him. "Mr. Hoffmann, here is your newspaper," announced the housekeeper from the attic. Bruno turned to the older woman and took it. "Thank you," he replied. The woman shook her head at the sight of the crystal glass in his hand. "You haven't had breakfast, sir," she said. Bruno pursed his lips. "I'm fine," he replied curtly. The woman disappeared, sensing her boss's bad mood. Bruno sat down in the armchair near the window, placed the glass on the coffee table, and began to read the newspaper. However, he wasn't paying attention. The reports he had received from Christine an hour ago had left him restless. "An assistant?" he snorted, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. He tossed the newspaper onto the other armchair next to him. "A bloody assistant!" Christine was not following his instructions, and now a woman
Björn stood under the shower water, hands open against the tile in front of him, head down, and eyes closed, enjoying the cold water cascading over him. In the distance, he heard his cell phone, indicating a new message. Without flinching, he mentally dismissed it, assuming it wasn't urgent. Oscar, his father, and Bruno had the same approach – if there was something truly important, they would call immediately. But gradually, curiosity gnawed at him until he cursed under his breath, turned off the cold water tap, and wrapped a towel around himself. His wet footprints left a trail on the marble floor as he made his way out. Picking up his cell phone from the nightstand where it had been charging, Björn opened the message. It was from Thomas, his new head of security: "Miss Gray and two other female employees are coming to the club. Shall I go and get them?" Björn read the message again, feeling anger rise within him. He immediately dialed Thomas's number and called him. "What do you
Christine stared at Björn in silence, her emotions on the verge of bursting. "You should go to the auction. Maybe you'll find something that catches your eye," Christine's voice was laced with sarcasm. Björn avoided looking at his cellphone screen, waiting for a message or a call. "No, I've never been interested in auctions. I already have everything I want," Björn replied, glancing at the woman before him. "And I don't need anything else." "This one is very special. But it's your loss," Christine said with a smile, then turned and headed towards one of the rooms where the auction was taking place. Björn tried calling Thomas, but there was no answer. He persisted, not liking the atmosphere of the place. He preferred to drive back to the hotel, finding the club already dark enough. He had enough darkness within himself; he didn't need more. The auctions featured unique fetish items, works of art, unimaginable properties, and more. "Why aren't they answering?" Björn muttered to hims