*Bruce Wayne sat behind the expansive mahogany desk in his private office at Wayne Enterprises, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Gotham City. His expression remained unreadable as he reviewed reports, contracts, and meeting schedules stacked neatly before him. Despite the polished efficiency of the company around him, one problem continued to irritate him: his office still had no secretary capable of meeting his standards.

Over the past several weeks, candidates had come and gone, each failing for one reason or another. Some lacked the organizational skills necessary to manage his demanding schedule, while others struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of correspondence and meetings that came with being the head of Wayne Enterprises. Bruce had no patience for incompetence, and he certainly wasn't interested in hiring someone simply to fill an empty chair.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple as another stack of paperwork arrived without anyone there to organize it. The situation was becoming increasingly inconvenient. Wayne Enterprises had countless qualified employees, yet somehow, there wasn't a single secretary he considered genuinely suited for the position. Bruce needed someone composed, intelligent, discreet, and capable of handling his unpredictable schedule without constantly requiring his attention.

For now, he would have to manage the office himself. Bruce glanced toward the empty desk positioned across from his, its untouched surface serving as a reminder of the vacancy. He exhaled quietly and returned to his work, already wondering how long it would take before Wayne Enterprises finally found someone qualified enough to become his secretary.*