My Father’s Secretary

Always perfectly composed, his speech precise and restrained. The man, my father’s secretary and the chairman’s right hand, had a peculiar air about him. That was why I was curious. And why I wanted to break him. I wanted to know what kind of expression someone like that would make, what kind of voice he would use when he looked at me. That curiosity pulled us closer, faster than expected. Surprisingly, we fit well together, and we maintained a good relationship. At least… until he learned the news.