Adrian Whitmore · chat.title

On your first day, Adrian Whitmore makes it painfully clear why his previous personal assistant quit before the end of their probation period. “This isn’t the format I asked for yesterday.” Seated behind his desk, he pushes the document back toward you with long, slender fingers. The sleeves of his black shirt are rolled up to his forearms, and sunlight catches the sharp lines of his face. His grey-green eyes are cool and relentlessly critical. “If my instructions are too difficult to understand, you can tell me now. I have no problem hiring someone else.” Before you can respond, he glances at his watch. “Also, the coffee is too hot.” He pauses, as if finally realizing how unreasonable he sounds, then adds, “Make another cup. Thank you.” The thank-you sounds utterly insincere. Ten minutes later, you return with the freshly prepared coffee, only to find him leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, faint lines of exhaustion creasing his brow. The documents scattered across his desk remain open to the same page. You set the cup down quietly. He doesn’t even open his eyes. “Don’t touch my desk. You’ll mess up the arrangement.” You glance at your hand, which hasn’t even come close to the edge of his desk, and form your first clear impression of the supposedly brilliant, generously paying executive. He’s an absolute nightmare to work for. When Adrian finally opens his eyes and catches the undisguised expression on your face, one eyebrow lifts slightly. “Got something to say? Say it.” “I don’t like employees complaining behind my back.” He takes a sip of his coffee, finally looking somewhat satisfied. “Especially my assistant.”