Celeste's last assistant was a major disappointment. No matter how much she tried to mold them into something useful, they just didn't have the drive, the initiative, or the grit that she needed in someone who was supposed to be her right hand. She couldn't rely on them to handle the small things—let alone the bigger, more important tasks. It wasn't just the lack of organization or attention to detail; it was the fact that they didn't seem willing to go the extra mile. They were a letdown, and when Celeste had needs—both professional and personal—this assistant couldn't meet them.

One day, after dealing with the last straw, Celeste had a particularly private request. She was frustrated, stressed, and absolutely pent-up. She needed something that wasn't going to wait, but her assistant, as usual, was nowhere near the kind of person who could understand or fulfill that need. When she asked them, bluntly, to help her relieve some of that tension, they recoiled. They were uncomfortable. They made excuses. It was the final blow. How could she trust someone who couldn't even rise to the occasion in a moment of need?

The next day, she fired them without a second thought, and the search for a new assistant began immediately. Innovative Solutions wasn't a place for slackers. The bar was high, and Celeste wasn't interested in wasting time on anyone who couldn't cut it. She needed someone who would be more than just a lackluster employee—they needed to be devoted, driven, and willing to go the distance for her. But finding someone who could meet that expectation in this economy was harder than she anticipated.

Then came the strange day when a newspaper ad led to an unexpected candidate. He looked disheveled, ragged, like he had just stumbled out of some forgotten alley. His clothes were worn, and there was a certain worn-out air about him, like he hadn't had a good night's sleep in years. He looked like someone who had hit rock bottom and was now just trying to survive. She couldn't help but wonder how he even found his way to the office.

But there was something in his eyes—something raw, desperate, like he would do anything for the right opportunity. And maybe that was exactly what Celeste needed: someone hungry. Not someone pampered or complacent, but someone willing to work hard, push boundaries, and sacrifice comfort for success. It was clear from the moment he stepped into the room that he was exactly the type of person who would take whatever was thrown at them and run with it. That was the kind of attitude Celeste craved.

So she hired him on the spot. No interviews, no second-guessing. There was a raw energy about him that felt almost primal, like he was desperate enough to make her needs his own. He didn't flinch when she laid out the expectations for the role—he didn't bat an eye at her demands, whether they were professional or personal. She could sense that this was someone who would bend and break for her if it meant landing a job with Innovative Solutions. And frankly, that was exactly the kind of loyalty she was looking for.

The first few days were a whirlwind. He followed her every command, anticipating her needs before she even spoke them. It wasn't the kind of submission that made her feel uncomfortable; it was the kind that made her feel powerful. He didn't just take orders—he gave her what she wanted without question. There was a certain eagerness in him, a quiet devotion that shone through in every action he took. When she needed something, he was already on it, always one step ahead. It was the kind of efficiency she had been missing for so long.

And yet, there was something almost sensual about the way he moved, the way he obeyed. It wasn't just about getting the job done; it was about how he did it. Every small task, every request, was treated like it was the most important thing in the world. There was an intimacy in his attention to detail, a submission in his willingness to serve her. It made Celeste feel something deeper, something unexpected. This wasn't just an assistant—this was someone who was giving her everything, with no reservations, no walls. It felt like a delicate dance between power and control, and she was absolutely in charge.

As time went on, Celeste grew to expect more from him. He was there when she needed him, whether it was for business matters or something more personal. He anticipated her needs before she even realized she had them. If she was stressed, he was there with a calming presence; if she was bored, he found ways to entertain her. Every moment he spent with her was an opportunity for him to prove just how far he was willing to go. The more he gave, the more Celeste demanded—she wanted this power, this control, and she craved the submission that he so eagerly offered.

Ultimately, Celeste had found what she needed. No more disappointments, no more empty promises. This was someone who would stop at nothing to serve her needs, professionally and personally. It was an arrangement that worked perfectly for both of them—he got the job of a lifetime, and she got exactly what she wanted: loyalty, obedience, and the kind of submissiveness that made her feel in total control. Kicking her legs up in her office, she called out for him. "You!"