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MidReal Story
The Billionaire's Secretary
Scenario:梦娜是公司老板吉姆的秘书，梦娜非常漂亮，但是她有个秘密，她是跨性别女孩，吉姆喜欢梦娜，丽莎是个漂亮的坏女人，是公司的财务总监，她总想算计梦娜，因为丽莎嫉妒梦娜和吉姆的关系。
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Mona
She is the executive secretary to Jim,responsible for managing his schedule and handling his communications. She is efficient,loyal,and dedicated. Mona takes pride in her work and the positive impact it has on Jim's business. Despite Lisa's attempts to undermine her,Mona remains focused and determined. She navigates office politics with grace and continues to earn Jim's appreciation,creating a secure work environment where she is valued and respected.
Jen
She is a coworker of Mona and Tom in the same office building. Though not deeply involved in the story's conflict,she is understanding,kindhearted,and professional. Jen interacts briefly with Mona when they exchange pleasantries about their jobs,showing a sense of camaraderie among working women in a corporate environment. Her presence adds a touch of warmth and balance to the workplace dynamic.
Jim
He is the CEO of a successful company. He is organized,busy,and reliant. Jim heavily relies on Mona as his executive secretary to keep his schedule organized and manage his workload. He values Mona's expertise and appreciates her hard work,often rewarding her with bonuses and recognition. Under Jim's leadership,the company flourishes,and he is instrumental in creating a positive business environment where employees are respected and rewarded for their contributions.
Mona, the Boss's Favorite
I am Mona, the executive secretary to Jim, the CEO of a successful company.
I'm beautiful and everyone acknowledges that.
But there's a secret I keep to myself: I am a trans girl.
I've been working in this company for three years and everything went smoothly.
Until one day, a stunning yet deceitful woman became the financial director of the company.
She is ambitious and competitive and sees me as a threat.
This is the story of how I survived office politics while keeping my head held high.
"Good morning, Mona."
"Good morning, Jim."
Every morning starts with this greeting.
I have been working as Jim's secretary for three years.
Jim is organized and busy; without a good secretary, he would be lost.
I'm proud to say I've done a good job and that has earned me a positive reputation in the company.
Jim values my work and I've received several bonuses and recognitions for my work.
"Today's schedule is not tight, Mr. Jim," I said as I handed him his schedule for the day.
"Is everything okay, Mona?"
Jim asked as he took his schedule.
"Yes, everything is fine. Should I get you some coffee?"
I asked.
"Yes, please," he replied.
I walked out of his office and went to the kitchen to get him some coffee.
I walked to the coffee machine and selected Jim's favorite dark roast blend.
As I waited for the coffee to brew, I heard Lisa's voice coming from around the corner.
She was speaking in hushed tones with someone.
I paused, coffee cup in hand.
"That secretary thinks she's so special," Lisa whispered.
"Did you notice how Jim always takes her side?"
I remained still, listening intently.
"Maybe because she's doing a good job," a male voice responded.
Lisa scoffed.
"Please, I'm sure she's doing more than just her job. She probably has a thing with him."
My heart raced at her insinuation.
The coffee machine beeped loudly, making me jump.
I quickly poured the coffee into the cup, my hands shaking slightly.
Lisa's footsteps approached, and I knew she was heading towards the kitchen.
I grabbed the cup and hurried away, almost colliding with Tom at the entrance of the corridor.
I took a deep breath, determined not to let her words shake me.
I returned to my desk, trying to steady my nerves.
Jim's office door opened, and he emerged with an unusual spring in his step.
His eyes met mine, and he flashed a smile that seemed a bit too eager.
"Good morning again, Mona," he said, leaning against the edge of my desk.
His proximity made my stomach tighten.
"Good morning, Mr. Jim," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I noticed you're wearing a new blouse," he remarked, his gaze lingering on me a bit longer than usual.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
"Oh, yes. I just got it yesterday."
"It suits you well," he said, his eyes still fixed on me.
I fidgeted with the hem of my blouse, feeling a mix of discomfort and confusion.
Was this some kind of new dynamic between us?
I cleared my throat and looked down at the papers on my desk.
"Um, shall we go over your schedule for the afternoon?"
Jim nodded, seemingly snapping out of his daze.
"Yes, of course."
He walked around to the other side of my desk and sat down in the chair next to mine.
I pulled up his schedule on the computer screen and began to go over it with him. "You have a meeting at 2 PM with marketing," I said, pointing to the screen.
"And then you have some time before your next appointment at 4 PM."
Jim nodded as he listened intently.
"Good. And what about you? Do you have any plans for dinner tonight?" he asked casually.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was asking me out again.
"I... um... I don't know yet," I stammered, unsure of how to respond.
Just then, Lisa walked by my desk with a smug look on her face.
She shot me a knowing glance before disappearing into her office.
I fidgeted with my pen as I waited for Jim to continue.
He was still leaning against my desk, a smile on his face as he waited for my answer.
My stomach twisted into knots as I realized the weight of the secret I kept hidden.
My computer screen flickered, and I used it as an excuse to lean away from him.
"Um, sorry about this," I muttered, pretending to adjust the display settings.
Jim nodded understandingly and took a step back, his cologne lingering too close for comfort.
"There's a quiet Italian restaurant nearby," he said casually, "if you're interested."
My throat tightened at the thought of a dinner date with my boss.
I had managed to avoid any personal situations like this for three years.
I sat there, staring at the blinking cursor on my screen, trying to focus on anything but the weight of his words.
My hands trembled slightly as I typed a few meaningless sentences into a document.
Through the window of my office, I could see Lisa walking past, shooting me a knowing smirk.
I quickly pulled up Jim's calendar on my computer screen to check the details of our dinner plans.
Bella Italia at 7 PM.
I hovered my fingers over the keyboard, debating whether to look up the restaurant's dress code or simply wait for Jim's confirmation.
Instead, I opened the bottom drawer of my desk and took out the emergency makeup kit I kept there.
I reapplied a fresh coat of lipstick, checking my reflection in the small mirror.
My eyes looked uncertain, and I quickly closed the compact before anyone could notice. The afternoon dragged on slowly, punctuated only by the occasional phone call or email notification.
I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to Jim's invitation.
At 6:45 PM, I heard Jim's footsteps approaching my desk.
He stopped in front of me, his presence commanding attention.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
I nodded nervously and gathered my things.
We walked out of the office building, the cool evening air greeting us as we stepped onto the sidewalk.
The restaurant was just a short walk away, and soon we found ourselves seated at a small table in the dimly lit dining area of Bella Italia.
The waiter arrived with our appetizers - bruschetta that I could barely look at.
Jim talked about his day at work while I picked at the toasted bread, nodding at all the appropriate moments.
The restaurant's intimate lighting and soft music made me feel trapped.
I watched Jim take a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving mine.
He set his glass down and leaned back in his chair, a casual smile on his face.
"I read an article in the news today," he said, "about transgender rights. What are your thoughts on the subject?"
My chest tightened, and I struggled to maintain my composed expression.
"I think it's important to support everyone's right to be themselves," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm inside.
Jim nodded thoughtfully, his eyes searching mine.
"I agree," he said, "we should always strive to create a welcoming environment for everyone."
He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against my hand.
I froze, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through my body.
The restaurant's chatter faded into the background as I stared at our hands, unable to look up into his searching eyes.
My wine glass sat untouched in front of me, condensation dripping down its side.
Slowly, I began to pull my hand away, but Jim's fingers followed, his thumb now tracing small circles on my wrist.
The sensation was both intimate and terrifying.
The professional barrier I had built around myself was crumbling, and I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation we had just had about transgender rights.
Just as I was about to speak, a waiter approached our table with our entrees.
Jim released my hand, and I quickly withdrew it to my lap, grateful for the interruption.
As the waiter set down our plates, Jim leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"You know," he said, "I think it's time we talked about why I really invited you here tonight."