Mafia's dark secret obsession

Mr. Tomas Charl.

I arrived at my office early that day to organize some documents before my upcoming trip to sign a partnership contract with a multinational company. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked up and said, "Yes, please come in."

To my surprise, it was Carl. I couldn't believe it. I asked him, "Where's the new private secretary? Can't you do what I asked you to do from the start?" I was shocked and frustrated, but Carl blinked at me as if he had never heard those words before.

Out of frustration, I let out a loud groan mixed with annoyance. Carl approached my desk and explained, "Mr. Tomas, you have had many secretaries. Why do you need a new one? You've hired several in the past, only to fire them without a valid reason after less than a month." He said this as if I didn't already know. After all, I'm the one who hires and fires, so I'm well aware of what happens.

I stared at him blankly, and he cautiously continued, "I understand why you do this, but you're a powerful billionaire. Your reputation is important. You can't keep changing secretaries because-" Carl, being the manager of my company and my right-hand man on the board, was complaining. However, I cut him off abruptly.

"Shut up! Stop bothering me! I need a new secretary, and she must be attractive, sexy, and have a curvy figure," I firmly commanded him, imagining how she would look. Yes, I was extremely picky. After all, I would have to see my assistant's face every morning. So why should I spend a large amount of money on someone who is plain or average?

Carl looked worried and began to plead, "But why?! Please reconsider. Choose any of the employees from our company. People are talking about you, calling you 'Mr. T the Womanizer.' It's not good at all. Your actions could impact share prices in the market!" He frowned with concern.

"I'm Tomas Charl, for goodness' sake! I'm a billionaire, a powerful man. Why should I care about gossip? And why should I listen to your advice? I have more money than anyone in this country, even more than the president. I should enjoy every penny and every minute of my life! Do as I say, Carl, and don't bother me with nonsense!" I exclaimed, hitting my knuckles angrily on my large mahogany desk in disagreement with his opinions.

"But... Sir," Carl stuttered.

"Do it. I have to travel soon to sign this new contract. You have to stay here and choose someone for me, for a change. I'll depend on you," I pointed my finger at his face, giving him this assignment.

"But don't you think this time we should choose someone ordinary? Maybe a smart recent college graduate?" Carl raised an eyebrow, questioning me.

"What would I do with an intelligent secretary? Huh? I want her to be sexy, with a nice figure and a slim waist; full of energy and good health, with a charming smile. After all, she'll be by my side all the time," I commanded Carl.

"In that case, we should hire a model, Mr. Tomas," Carl scoffed.

I shot him a menacing look. "Too many questions, Carl. It's not funny. Do I need to fire you? I need a sexy secretary who can also satisfy me in bed. As you said, I need to protect my reputation and avoid scandals. Got it?" I threatened Carl harshly, but deep down, I knew I couldn't and wouldn't fire him-he meant a lot to me.