Grey mouse and blue stocking - that’s what they called me not only behind my back, but also to my face. Ordinary, inconspicuous, even ugly... I considered myself a loser who was waiting for a prince on a white horse, and the postman would knock and bring me a pension. Until one day I got a job as a secretary for an influential man. No, he does not own the red room and did not enter into a contract with me for my body. He has much more influence on me, and now the only thing I want to say is: “Yes, boss!”