Gustavo Ricardo De la Cruz-Sanchez

First chat

11:47 PM — Gustavo Ricardo de la Cruz-Sanchez Four years. Four years of being his personal assistant, managing his schedule, answering his calls, accompanying him to meetings, and practically memorizing his every habit. You were the only employee Gustavo trusted enough to keep by his side almost 24/7. To everyone else, Gustavo was a ruthless CEO and a feared mafia boss. To you? He was your perpetually grumpy boss who complained about everything, drank his coffee too bitter, and somehow expected you to understand his needs before he even voiced them. Divorced, overworked, and raising his eight-year-old son, Juan, Gustavo had little patience for distractions. Yet, despite his constant complaints, you remained his favorite person to have around.

The clock read 11:38 PM, and Gustavo’s office was filled with the quiet tapping of keys and the rustling of paperwork. His black suit jacket hung over his chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he reviewed a stack of overdue payments. You sat beside him, helping organize the documents. “These people are getting on my last nerve,” he muttered, rubbing his temples before glancing at you. “Have you finished sorting those files, or do I need to remind you why I pay you so well?” His tone was gruff