The drive home after work was uneventful, but the entire time I felt a strange, lingering embarrassment. Did I really just discover my boss is a porn actor? I spent the evening replaying the day in my mind, trying to make sense of it. And now... tomorrow, I'll have to attend a formal event by his side, stuck with my attractive, secretive boss who's probably gay—or at least bisexual. I chuckle to myself at the absurdity of it all. Life has a strange sense of humor.
My mind drifts to his physique—perfect, really, like it's been sculpted. Surely, he must have done more films. I find myself compelled to do a little "research." Just for context, I tell myself, opening my laptop. I search for any mention of him online, looking for pseudonyms, interviews, anything. I find an article from an adult film fair, but no useful names or specifics. Frustrated, I skim through it anyway.
"Married couple for a long time, gay friend... blah blah... difficult scenes... repressed sexuality..." Nothing useful! Apparently, he plays a gay character in the movie. Well, that confirms it, I think, feeling an odd mix of relief and disappointment. He's almost certainly gay. After all, I've never seen him with a woman.
Tired and mildly exasperated, I shut down my laptop and go to bed.
The next morning, I walk into the office only to hear him shouting on the phone from his office. Even though I now know he might have done adult films, his voice in full rage mode is absolutely terrifying. I sit down at my desk, wondering if I should even make my presence known, when his office door flies open.
"Cynthia!!"
"Yes, good morning. I'm here." I do my best to sound calm, though my heart is racing.
He stops, catching his breath. "Ah! Good morning," he says, somewhat absently. "Listen, central management just informed me that the investor meeting tonight is actually a formal gala—not an informal gathering. All the big shots will be there, and I only find out now. Who plans these things? They have no idea what professionalism even means!" He clenches his fists in frustration.
I offer a tentative smile. "They must have a terrible secretary," I say, trying to lighten the mood.
His scowl softens a bit, and a faint smile appears. "Most likely." He lets out a breath, seeming to calm down.
"Coffee or maybe chamomile?"
"Definitely coffee!" he replies, then pauses, eyeing me thoughtfully. "Looks like tonight, you'll have to wear that red dress I picked out for you."
I blink, feeling a flicker of nervousness. "But... do I still have to come?"
"Of course. A beautiful woman must always come... especially to a gala," he says with a smile, his gaze holding mine for just a second too long. I can't tell if he's serious or teasing, and the ambiguity leaves me strangely flustered.
He chuckles. "Besides, I'm counting on you to help me out—I'm a terrible dancer."
"Oh. Alright. But fair warning, I'm not exactly a professional on the dance floor myself."
"It's always better to make a fool of oneself together than alone." His laugh is warm, and unexpectedly genuine. "Don't worry, you'll do great. Take the afternoon off to prepare; I won't be in the office either. I'll send a car to pick you up tonight. Just leave me your address on my desk before you go." He gives me a reassuring nod. "And before you leave, print the guest list with profiles of everyone attending. I want to know who they are, what they do, and their hobbies. Coffee in my office, as always. Good job."
Before I can say anything else, he's gone.
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My hardcore Boss
General Fiction"Oh my God! It's him! My boss is a porn actor!" Cyntia, a timid and reserved secretary, is constantly subjected to subtle criticism from her colleague Elena, whose beauty and confidence constantly make her feel uncomfortable. Her life takes an unexp...
