"Alright, alright, I know, Mom, just rest assured."
"…"
"Yes, I will try. Don't worry, Mom and Dad. I'm only thirty-two years old, still young."
"…"
"Yes, yes..."
Dante hung up the phone, wiping sweat from his forehead. Every time he saw his mother calling, he extremely did not want to answer at all.
"Director, the sample design has been sent over, please take a look."
"Yeah, leave it on the table for me, I'll look at it later."
"Yes. Are you not feeling well? You don't look very good."
The secretary stepped closer to Dante, asking in a soft voice.
He glanced at her slightly, saying nothing, secretly calculating in his heart whether to recruit a new secretary. This one was already the sixth person this year.
Dante was an elegant, wealthy, and handsome man, the lover in the dreams of girls. They found every way to approach and seduce him, but they were disappointed; he was gay.
The secretary also knew about him kicking out everyone who intended to seduce him. She pursed her lips in disdain, thinking that the previous group had too mediocre looks, which made Director Dante annoyed. She had enough confidence in herself; if one wanted a face, she had the face; if one wanted a body, she had the body. Which man wouldn't fall under her skirt?
It was just a pity, this time she kicked a rock.
The secretary just reached out her hand, pretending to want to check the temperature on Dante's forehead, but he had already tilted his head to dodge, looking at her like looking at a dead person.
The secretary started slightly, awkwardly withdrawing her hand:
"I just wanted to check if you have a fever."
While speaking, she also intentionally pressed her two arms tight against her sides; her D-cup chest was immediately pushed up, proudly stretching forward, as if wanting to rip off the button of her shirt.
Dante scoffed, speaking in a cold voice:
"I really don't want to change secretaries, but you make me feel nauseous."
The secretary's face went pale, clumsy to the point of being about to cry. Dante did not give her time to explain, directly pressing the internal number, calling his assistant to escort the person out.
Randy quickly ran over, panic-strickenly apologizing to Dante then dragging the girl out, pulling her to a corner to scold her for a spell:
"You brat, I told you to behave and work. There were several examples before you, yet you still didn't learn."
"Auntie, I was wrong, please help me."
"I give up. I found every way to stuff you in, now you ruin it. Very stupid, child."
Randy gritted her teeth and poked her niece's forehead. If not for respecting her siblings, she would have slapped the girl's face inside out. Now she only hoped Director Dante wouldn't blame her; otherwise, her rice bowl would also be hard to keep.
Everyone knew Dante built his career from when he was a student with two empty hands. To this day, only over a decade later, Hoang Ha Architecture Company had become a leading company in the top ten most famous architectural companies in Southeast Asia. A person like that, how could her niece's tricks pass his eyes?
"Fine, come with me to the HR department to settle your salary, then I'll find you another place. This is the last time; if you mess around again, I won't give a damn about you."
Randy indignantly led her niece down to the HR department. The girl walked and sobbed. She thought Director Dante being harsh was just a rumor; she didn't expect that after working for only two days, she was fired straight away. Knowing this, she would rather not have done it.
After all, Dante's appearance was truly deceptive.
He frowned sitting on the chair, rubbing his temples. Randy timidly walked in, carefully opening her mouth:
"Director, it has been handled."
"It was out of respect for you that I allowed an unprofessional person like her to work here, and now it turns out like this."
"Yes, I apologize, boss. It is because I couldn't teach my niece."
"Fine, recruit someone else for me. Recruit a male this time."
"Yes, yes."
Randy walked out of the room, her face wrinkled like a bitter melon. In this country, people doing clerical work were mainly women and girls; where would she find a male secretary now?
His mood affected by that girl, Dante did not want to work overtime.
He remembered his mother's advice: 'Quickly find someone to hold hands with until the end of life, don't just worry about working and working; you can't take money with you when you die.'
Dante was the youngest child in the family. Although he was the child his parents gave birth to in their old age, he was also the most independent and autonomous among the four siblings. He liked the same sex; his parents and siblings all knew.
Back when he was only in eleventh grade, he discovered his orientation was not normal.
No matter how mature he was, he was still an immature child. This shock caused his psychology to become abnormal; he ate and slept poorly, his whole body became thin, and his academic performance went downhill without braking.
At first, everyone just thought he was under academic pressure, but after he was only forty-two kilograms, his skin jaundiced, his body teetering, the whole family panicked and took him for medical treatment.
Examining everything revealed no problems, only malnutrition. The doctor suggested the family take him to see a psychological counselor. At this time, the whole family realized the truth. The fear of losing a child overwhelmed the fear of losing face; everyone tried to accept and encourage him, and gradually he returned to how he was before.
However, whether you like men or women, when you reach the age near middle age and still don't have a lover, you will still be urged by parents just the same.
Boredly closing the file folder, Dante quickly got off work to go home, making the employees look at each other, wondering if the sun rose in the west today.
Dante did not care about them. He drove home, showered a bit, dressed properly, and went to a restaurant to eat dinner.
After eating and leaving, thinking about it, he called his gay friends to invite them to a bar, then drove to the bar they usually went to.
Although among people coming to a gay bar, not many were suitable to be life partners, on the contrary, there were not few suitable to be bed partners.
Dante planned to find some boy to overcome this long endless night together.