Tainted by Choice

If darkness had an aura, it would be him
If heat had an emotion, it would be him

In a world so dark. So raw, emotions were unknown. Unheard. Unhonoured.

Just how hard could being an assistant be?

Angry boss? How hard could it be?
Hot boss? How hard could it be?
Trainee boss? How hard could it be?
Mafia boss? .........
"Aemilia. With an A" i breathed out. How could one sound, look and feel so powerful. I could feel it. The tension. The air felt suffocating. He just stood there. Tall, tan, tasteful.
Wait what. Tasteful. Give it a break Amelia.

But who was I kidding. He was beautiful. Yet his regard didn't seem promising. He looked... cold?

"Ameilia, with an A" he mocks cocking his head to the side. Scanning me up and down.
"Take a seat"

Oh boy...

Aemilia 23 year old successfully passing an interview and working at Piero Enterprise.
How hard could it be?

Aemilia signed a contract promising 2 years to the job, felt it was the best decison she could have made. A workaholic lifestyle was what she needed.
A commitment so she didn't have to face the reality of life.
Not only did she not sign a platonic commitment, but one where life was thrown at her in more ways than one can decipher.

He was soo contradicting. So dark, cold, monotone.

But he came with such heat, tension, authority.

Andre Piero. Just a name.

What could go wrong.

Andre Piero.

That's all they ever heard. That's all he allowed them to hear

Dominance.