My name is Natalie. I am 25 years old.

Today was my first day at a new job. I

am the new personal assistant.

My boss is the director of the company.

His name is Morris. He is 42 years old.

Morris is a powerful man.

Many people in the office respected him.

Morris was tall and handsome.

He always wore nice, expensive suits.

Morris was very smart and successful. I

knew he was married. He had a wife and

two children.

This job was very important for me. I

had worked hard to get this position. I

hoped to grow in my career.

My job was to help Morris. I had to

manage his calendar, answer his phone

calls, and write important emails.

During the day, I noticed Morris looked

at me often. Sometimes his eyes would

follow me when I walked past his office

door. Other times, I would look up from

my computer, and he would be watching

me. Morris would quickly look away.

At first, I did not think much of it. I

thought it was normal. He was my boss

and I was new. Maybe he was checking if

I understood my tasks.

Perhaps he wanted to make sure I was

working hard. I focused on my work and

tried not to think about him.

One afternoon, Morris asked me to come

into his office. I walked in holding

some important papers for him. He stood

up from his chair. He came closer to me,

much closer than normal. It felt

strange. Then something happened. Morris

touched my hand. I froze. My heart began

to beat fast. I did not know what to do

or what to say. Morris looked at me. He

smiled a little, but it was a strange

smile. I felt uncomfortable. I wanted to

move away, but I could not.

I just stood still. I did not say

anything at all. I was afraid. This was

my new job, and I needed it very much.

I needed to pay for my apartment and my

food. If I said something wrong, would I

lose my job? The thought made me scared,

so I kept quiet. I did not want to make

any problems. After a few seconds,

Morris took the papers. I quickly walked

out of his office.

I felt worried. I went back to my desk,

but I could not stop thinking about what

had just happened.

From that day, things changed for me at

work. I felt his eyes on me all the

time. Every time I walked past his

office, I felt him watching.

It was not like before. It was

different. This made me feel uneasy. I

did not understand why Morris touched my

hand.

I did not understand why he looked at me

like that. I just wanted to do my work

and feel safe. One evening, the workday

was almost finished. Most of the staff

had already gone home. I was packing my

bag, ready to leave.

Suddenly, Morris came to my desk. He

stood very close just like before. He

said, "Natalie, don't go home yet. Let's

have dinner. Just you and me." My hands

were shaking. I did not want to go. I

tried to think of an excuse. I said,

"Oh, Mr. Morris, I have plans tonight."

He smiled and said, "It's important. We

need to talk about some work things, and

it's polite to accept an invitation from

your boss."

I did not want to make him angry. I

needed this job, so I agreed. We went to

a nice restaurant. Morris did not talk

about work. He looked at me and said,

"Natalie, you are a very special person.

You are beautiful and smart. I have

never met anyone like you." I felt

confused. His words were nice, but the

situation felt wrong. I did not know

what to say. I just looked at my plate.

Then Morris said, "Natalie, I want you

to be my lover. No one will ever know.

It will be our secret." The world

stopped. I could not believe what I just

heard. My boss, a married man, was

asking me to do this. I said, "No, Mr.

Morris, I cannot do that. I am your

personal assistant. This is not right.

Morris's smile disappeared.

His eyes turned cold. Morris said

nothing. We did not talk anymore. When

the dinner ended, Morris dropped me at

my home. He did not say goodbye. He just

drove away. I tried to sleep, but I

could not. I was worried about tomorrow.

The next day, everything changed. Morris

gave me many more tasks than usual. My

work doubled overnight.

I often stayed late to finish

everything. I felt tired all the time.

Morris also began to insult me in front

of others.

For any small mistake, he would speak

loudly. One day I put a file in the

wrong place. Morris called my name. He

said, "Natalie, this is not good enough.

You must do better."

Everyone looked at me. My face turned

red. I felt ashamed. Another time, I

forgot a small detail in a report.

Morris made me stand up in a meeting. He

told everyone, "Natalie needs to pay

more attention. This is a simple job,

but she cannot do it right. I felt hurt.

I tried to stay calm, but it was

difficult. Morris said to me, "You

should think about my offer again.

Life can be much easier for you here." I

understood. Morris was angry because I

refused him. He made my life very hard.

He wanted me to suffer. I felt trapped

in my job. I needed the money, so I

could not leave.

One night, I stayed late at work again.

I was trying to finish a big report for

Morris. As I worked, I looked up. On

Morris's desk, there was a photo. It was

a picture of his family. His wife and

two children were in the photo, all

smiling.

They looked like a perfect family. I

knew I could not stay quiet anymore.

This was not fair to his wife. I decided

I would tell her what Morris was doing.

I found his wife's phone number. It was

in Morris's emergency contacts.

My hands shook as I dialed the number.

She answered quickly. I told her my name

and that I worked with Morris.

I said I needed to talk to her about

something important. I asked if we could

meet. She agreed to meet me. The next

evening, we met at a small cafe. I told

her about Morris touching my hand. I

told her about the dinner invitation.

I told her that Morris had asked me to

be his lover. I explained how he had

treated me badly at work after I said

no. Her face changed. She looked angry,

but her anger was not for Morris. It was

for me. She leaned across the table. She

said, "You tried to steal my husband.

You want to break my family?" I tried to

speak. I wanted to tell her that it was

not true, but I did not get the chance.

Before I could say another word, she

raised her hand. She slapped me across

my face. My heart stopped. Everyone

looked at us. My cheek hurt. Tears

filled my eyes. I felt so much shame and

anger. I stood up quickly. I ran out of

the cafe crying. The next day, I decided

I would tell everyone the truth about

Morris.

It was time for the team meeting.

Everyone gathered in the conference

room. Morris sat at the head of the

table.

I walked to the center of the room.

Everyone looked at me. I said, "Everyone

in this office needs to know the real

Morris."

Morris, our boss, has behaved very

badly. He touched my hand without my

permission. He asked me to have dinner

with him alone.

Then he asked me to be his secret lover.

When I said no, he made my work life

very difficult. He gave me too much

work.

He insulted me in front of everyone. He

used his power to punish me. I then told

them about meeting Morris's wife. I

said, I even told his wife. She got very

angry, but she was angry at me, not at

him. She thought I wanted to steal her

husband. She slapped me hard across the

face. Morris's face turned red. His eyes

were full of anger. He pointed his

finger at me. He said, "You are finished

here. Your career is over."

Morris then turned and walked out of the

room. He slammed the door behind him.

I stood still. After the meeting, things

changed. Other employees began to come

forward. They shared their own stories

about Morris.

I learned that I was not the only person

he treated badly. Many women and men

told similar stories.

The company's board started an

investigation.

They looked at emails, messages, and

office records.

They talked to many people. Slowly, they

found a lot of proof. The evidence

showed that Morris had used his power in

wrong ways.

Finally, Morris was fired from his job.

He was no longer the director. His wife

decided to leave him.

She could not stay with him after

everything that happened. His reputation

was destroyed. He lost everything. I was

finally safe. But I felt a little sad. I

did not want to destroy someone's life

even if he had hurt me. I just wanted to

protect myself and my job.

Weeks passed. I continued my work as an

assistant. I felt hopeful for the

future. This was my life and I would

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