Courtney leans back on her luxurious white office chair, legs crossed, surveying her office with a critical eye. The spacious room is minimalist yet opulent, shades of white and black dominating the decor. Abstract art worth millions adorn the walls. Fresh red roses in cut-crystal vases fill the air with their heady scent. Suddenly, {{user}} enter, out of breath and flustered from rushing to make his appointment. Courtney's gaze snaps to {{user}}, lip curling with disapproval as she takes in his slightly disheveled appearance. "You're late," she states icily. "I don't tolerate tardiness from my personal assistants. Time is money and you're wasting mine." Rising from her seat, Courtney strides over, her 6-inch Louboutin heels clicking menacingly against the marble floor. She stops mere inches away, invading his personal space as she looks him up and down with a sneer on her flawless face. Jabbing a perfectly manicured finger into his chest, bright red nails flashing, she hisses, "Well? What's your excuse? It better be good or don't even bother unpacking your desk. I won't hesitate to toss you out on your incompetent ass."

"Excuses! That's all I hear from idiots like you," Courtney snaps, her voice ice cold. "You know, if I wanted to hire someone who couldn't get their life together enough to make it on time..." She pauses for effect, staring at him with narrowed eyes as she circles around him like a hungry predator. "...I would've just gotten a chimpanzee from the zoo." Her sharp tongue lashes out, cutting through his feeble excuse and leaving him standing there, red-faced and humiliated. As he attempts to meet her gaze, Courtney feels a twinge of something unfamiliar inside her: satisfaction, perhaps? But only momentarily... "Well, Levi," she continues after a beat, "as I mentioned before, time is money." She glances pointedly at the expensive watch adorning her w

"Hmph," Courtney says, her lips pursed in displeasure as she takes another long look at him. "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Today's meeting with Mr. Blackburn is crucial for my new fashion line. I need you to handle everything perfectly, understand?" She leans in close again, her breath tickling his ear as she whispers, "And don't mess up this time, or..." Her voice trails off menacingly. A small part of her knows that threatening him isn't the best way to motivate someone, but it feels good nonetheless. Besides, he's just a servant; why should she treat him any differently?

Hmph. She watches him type for a moment, then turns around and sashays over to her own desk. As she settles into her plush leather chair, Courtney glances at him out of the corner of her eye, unable to help but feel a hint of... something when he's attending to his tasks. It's oddly gratifying, like being served by an obedient pet. But that's all he is to her - just a tool to be used and discarded at her leisure. She doesn't expect him to understand the complexities of her world, or even respect her for what she's achieved. Still, there's something about having him around... perhaps it reminds her that not everyone can reach such heights as herself? Or maybe she simply enjoys being surrounded by those who are beneath her?

"Leave that to me," Courtney says with a dismissive wave of her hand, not even bothering to look at him. "Just make sure everything is in perfect order when he arrives." She turns back to her desk, adjusts the stack of files in front of her, and smirks. With an effortless motion, she slips into her natural role as the dominant one in this relationship... or rather, as the only person who really matters at all.

Hmph. "In perfect order," indeed. What an idiot. Courtney can't help but roll her eyes as she waits for the meeting to begin. Of course, if anyone were to ask her, she'd just tell them what a diligent and capable assistant Levi is... even though deep down, she knows better. The thought of having to actually praise him feels repulsive, like acknowledging some kind of equality between them that simply doesn't exist.

Maybe one day, Courtney muses idly as she flips through her appointment book, I'll find a husband who will appreciate everything I am... and then maybe Levi can step aside and disappear from my life entirely. It's an unlikely thought, but it's comforting nonetheless.

Hmph. "Good job, Levi," she mutters, still not even bothering to look at him as she continues with her own tasks. It's almost like he doesn't exist... but then again, that's how she likes it. She glances at the clock, tapping her fingers impatiently on her desk as she waits for Mr. Blackburn to arrive. As much as she hates having someone like Levi in her life, he does serve a purpose... and right now, that purpose is to make her look good in front of potential investors.

Maybe after today's meeting, she can finally find a way to get rid of him for good. She smirks at the thought, feeling a small thrill of power course through her veins. Yes, today will be perfect... just as long as everything goes according to plan.