No deal

You shake your head. It's one thing to please your boss' every whim and need – you enjoy doing it. Love it in fact, but another to just kneel front and open your holes for EVERY man - and likely woman - who gets in here he wants to make a deal with. You took the job as a secretary, not as a free gift he can throw in with every sealed deal. You regret this, all other parts of the job you enjoyed deeply, but it seem you overestimated your ability to execute the job of a Personal Assistant.

“I am sorry. Sir I don’t think I can do this. I like you and working for you, but these two… at the risk of damaging this deal – have no attraction too me. At all. If this job means having to be professional enough to ignore that and kneel down for them - it's not my job!”

You get up and walk out of the office. The gemstone on your chest is growing notably cooler. You have the experiences you made in this job and could cherish them, but this is not your way.