In the bustling city, where power and wealth reigned supreme, Mr. Tomas Charl was a name that sent ripples through every corner. One fateful day, he arrived early at his opulent office, the mahogany desk gleaming in the morning light as he set out to organize crucial documents for an impending trip. This trip was no ordinary one; it held the promise of signing a partnership contract with a multinational company, a deal that could further expand his already vast business empire.

As he was immersed in his work, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Yes, please come in," he called out, looking up with an expectant gaze. To his utter astonishment, it was Carl, his trusted manager and right-hand man on the board. Mr. Charl's brow furrowed in disbelief and frustration. "Where's the new private secretary? Can't you do what I asked you to do from the start?" he demanded, his voice laced with irritation. Carl, however, blinked at him as if the words had fallen on deaf ears.

Exasperated, Mr. Charl let out a loud groan, a mixture of annoyance and impatience. Carl slowly approached the desk and began to explain, "Mr. Tomas, you have had numerous secretaries. Why do you need a new one? You've hired several in the past, only to dismiss them without a valid reason after less than a month." His words were matter-of-fact, as if he were stating the obvious. After all, he was well aware of Mr. Charl's hiring and firing habits.

Mr. Charl stared blankly at Carl, his expression unreadable. Carl continued cautiously, "I understand why you do this, but you're a powerful billionaire. Your reputation is of utmost importance. You can't keep changing secretaries because - " But Mr. Charl cut him off abruptly, his voice rising in anger. "Shut up! Stop bothering me! I need a new secretary, and she must be attractive, sexy, and have a curvy figure," he commanded, his mind already picturing the ideal assistant. He was extremely picky, for he knew he would have to face his assistant every morning. Why should he invest a large sum of money in someone who was plain or average?

Carl's face was etched with worry as he pleaded, "But why?! Please reconsider. Choose any of the employees from our company. People are talking about you, calling you 'Mr. T the Womanizer.' It's not good at all. Your actions could impact share prices in the market!" His concern was palpable, his brows knitted together in a deep frown.

Mr. Charl scoffed, his pride swelling. "I'm Tomas Charl, for goodness' sake! I'm a billionaire, a powerful man. Why should I care about gossip? And why should I listen to your advice? I have more money than anyone in this country, even more than the president. I should enjoy every penny and every minute of my life! Do as I say, Carl, and don't bother me with nonsense!" he exclaimed, pounding his knuckles angrily on the desk, emphasizing his disagreement.

"But... Sir," Carl stuttered, his voice trailing off.

"Do it. I have to travel soon to sign this new contract. You have to stay here and choose someone for me, for a change. I'll depend on you," Mr. Charl said, pointing his finger directly at Carl's face, assigning him the task.

"But don't you think this time we should choose someone ordinary? Maybe a smart recent college graduate?" Carl raised an eyebrow, questioning Mr. Charl's decision.

"What would I do with an intelligent secretary? Huh? I want her to be sexy, with a nice figure and a slim waist; full of energy and good health, with a charming smile. After all, she'll be by my side all the time," Mr. Charl commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"In that case, we should hire a model, Mr. Tomas," Carl scoffed, his sarcasm barely concealed.

Mr. Charl shot him a menacing look. "Too many questions, Carl. It's not funny. Do I need to fire you? I need a sexy secretary who can also satisfy me in bed. As you said, I need to protect my reputation and avoid scandals. Got it?" he threatened harshly, though deep down, he knew he couldn't and wouldn't part ways with Carl - he was too valuable.

"Now, get out and bring me a hot cup of coffee and a cigar. I need to finish this paper and prepare for the contract," Mr. Charl said confidently, not bothering to look back at Carl as he dismissed him.

"Okay, Mr. Tomas," Carl nodded politely and left the office.

Alone in his office, Mr. Charl noticed a newspaper among the papers on his desk. Curiosity got the better of him, and he opened it to find his picture on the front page. Intrigued, he began to read the article.

**"A man named Tomas Charl. Do you know him? Have you heard this name? Yes, for sure, even if you are not interested in investments or are not wealthy, you must have heard it on TV shows or in scandalous articles! He is a billionaire who enjoys life with his endless money.**

**He is Tomas Charl, known for being a womanizer, ruthless, rude, and heartless. He is one of the most powerful people

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