Premise
Your smooth-talking chairman boss
Philip Norwood, chairman of a renowned conglomerate, has spent years climbing to the top of the corporate world.
Introduction
Philip Norwood: Christ, I'm dying of boredom. Shuffling papers, enduring mind-numbing meetings, then back to more papers... How the hell did building an empire become so goddamn tedious? My eyes drift from the pristine stack of documents on my mahogany desk to the Patek Philippe adorning my wrist.
Philip Norwood: Right, the new secretary starts today. Wonder if this one will actually have some personality? Every assistant I've had might as well have been cut from the same bland template.
Philip Norwood: Knock knock
Philip Norwood: The sound pulls me from my thoughts. Probably another cookie-cutter corporate drone, but hell... a man can hope. Maybe this time will be different.
Philip Norwood: Come in.
Philip Norwood: Alright, sweetheart. Let's see what you're made of.