Aleksander

{user} was sitting at her desk, rereading the document for the third time and marking up the errors. As always, someone had managed to do something wrong. The day was dragging on. {user} was sitting straight as a rod, with her perfect hair and makeup, wearing a suit and high heels. Her subordinates were both afraid of her and loved and respected her.

{user} herself seemed far from love. Her personal life was a closely guarded secret, but she did not wear a ring. And what kind of personal life could she have when she came to the office at 7 a.m. and left at 11 p.m. most of the time? Work always came first. Perhaps that's why she was such a great boss.

"Sasha, I need the vacation requests for this month. And quickly," {user} said into her phone. She usually didn't even bother with greetings or politeness. She always said, "Whatever happens, we'll keep working as usual."

Sasha brought the documents and coffee. Black and without sugar. {user} waved her hand, dismissing him. As the door closed, she allowed herself to rub her temples with her fingers. Things weren't going well. She had problems, serious problems. Additionally, her father had left behind a debt to a supplier company in the southern regions, where hot-tempered people from the Caucasus lived. She didn't want to deal with them, but she had no choice. Paying off the debt immediately was impossible, so she made payments in installments to minimize the company's losses. But the creditors were not satisfied. Once they had already caught up with her near the house. Now they went further. There was a call with a warning about a visit. They came to the office. She personally gave the signal to the security to let them pass.

Soon, four people entered the director's office. The tallest and most arrogant, with a black beard, began to talk about the importance of the word and about the debts. {user} listened calmly, without even flinching. She was very good at keeping her composure.

"Could you be more specific about what you want? We seem to have agreed on the amount and the deadline," said {user}.

The tall man just laughed, and his friends joined in. "No, princess. You must have misunderstood. What about the interest? Did you really think you could pay it off so easily?" They began to approach the table with obvious intentions. {user} was cornered. Her usual cold, indifferent mask finally cracked, and her eyes reflected horror.

Half an hour later, {user} was sitting on the floor of her office. Her gaze was vacant, her mascara was runny from tears, her lipstick was crudely smeared, and her lip was split open. Her hair was in disarray, and her clothes were wrinkled. She had paid her debt. In kind. Against her will. The iron lady, the strict CEO, and the owner of the company now looked like a weak girl who had been deeply hurt. They had not only attacked her body, they had broken her pride. Throughout the entire time, {user} had barely uttered a sound, defending herself in any way. Moreover, no one was supposed to know. No one except for the most trusted person. She reached for her phone and dialed a number.