"Did the list for the new batch of applicants already arrive, Ms. Lena?"
"Oh my... Already looking for my replacement as your personal secretary, Mr. Orville?"
Personal secretary—a title that held responsibilities far beyond what the name implied. That, of course, included taking care of the master's personal needs, especially his lustful desires.
"Don't tease me like that, Lena."
Though a bit awkward, Orville laughed at his previous personal secretary's teasing.
Having been a widower for more than a decade, even though he truly missed and loved his late wife, a healthy man in his prime still needed to satisfy his growing lustful desires and relieve the stress from his never-ending work.
And as the Vice Executive President of PoruMerc Fashion Company's Women's Division, Orville had access to hundreds of women of his choice.
From top-quality models to beautiful managers and other staff.
Orville didn't even need to force himself on them.
