Scenario:Sebastian Winston of the Winston group has hired a new secretary, who has plans to be the new Mrs. Sebastian Winston at all costs.
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Sebastian Winston of the Winston group has hired a new secretary, who has plans to be the new Mrs. Sebastian Winston at all costs.
Sebastian Winston
He is the head of the Winston Group,a powerful conglomerate with interests in finance,technology,and energy. He is wealthy,successful,and driven. After his parents' murder,he vowed to seek justice and expanded his family's business. He met Emma through his security team,and she became his secretary. Despite his wealth and status,he faces challenges in finding someone who truly understands him. He is protective of those he cares about and seeks to make a difference.
Emma
She is the newly hired secretary at the Winston Group,aiming to marry her boss,Sebastian. She is ambitious,determined,and resourceful. Born into a poor family with no opportunities,she sought to secure a position with Mr. Winston through any means necessary. Her plan was to win his heart and become Mrs. Sebastian Winston. Raised by nuns after her parents died from illness,she developed strong skills and determination to achieve her goal. She believes deep down Sebastian needs someone to care for him.
I am Sebastian Winston.
I am the head of the Winston Group.
My group is divided into four sections: Finance, Technology, Energy, and Industry.
I have everything in life: money, fame, and a big house.
I am a billionaire.
I hired a new secretary today.
Her name is Emma.
She's very beautiful and smart.
I just met her an hour ago through my security team.
They showed me her CV and some background information about her.
Emma has been raised by nuns in an orphanage after her parents died from illness.
She doesn't have any family or friends outside of where she grew up.
She has been working for three years as a secretary in a small law firm.
She is smart, beautiful, determined, and hardworking.
My newly hired secretary has a plan: to marry me at all costs.
She wants to be Mrs. Sebastian Winston.
I just found out about her plan half an hour ago.
I was shocked when I read her goals and motivations for applying to this job at the Winston Group as my secretary.
This girl really wants to be with me!
I have to admit that I'm happy that someone finally wants to be with me for who I am, not because of my money or position.
Most girls want me dead, wish for me to die, or wish for bad things to happen to me.
I invited her to have dinner with me at my private penthouse.
I want to know more about her and why she wants to marry me.
She arrived ten minutes ago.
She is wearing a black dress that covers her body, but it looks good on her.
She brought a folder with the work she did today.
We are having wine and pasta for dinner.
I am watching her movements.
She is eating slowly and methodically, keeping eye contact with me all the time.
She asked me about my parents and how they died.
I told her the story of how they were killed in a car accident when I was ten years old.
She listened carefully and said she was sorry for my loss.
I can see that she is genuinely interested in getting to know me better.
I asked her about her life at the orphanage and if she had any friends there.
She said she didn't have any friends and that she felt lonely most of the time. I can understand how she feels because I have been feeling lonely too since my parents died.
I asked her if she knew that I knew about her plan to marry me.
She didn't flinch or show any signs of surprise.
Instead, she straightened her back and said yes, she knew that I knew about her plan.
I study her face in the warm lighting of my penthouse.
She is sitting across from me at the dinner table.
Her hands are folded neatly over the work documents she brought with her.
The remnants of our pasta dinner and half-empty wine glasses sit between us.
Her composure after my confrontation about her marriage plans intrigues me.
I push my chair back slightly, creating a little more space between us.
This conversation requires a delicate touch.
I lean forward, my elbows resting on the mahogany table.
"Emma," I begin, my voice steady and inquisitive, "what do you really want? Beyond becoming Mrs. Winston."
Her eyes meet mine, unwavering and resolute, as she simply replies, "To be seen."
