My Boss is a Male Stripper

Laura’s Point of View

I made my way to my tiny office. My desk is piled with papers, sticky notes, and an old coffee mug from yesterday’s marathon of errands.

A few weeks passed, and I got used to working at Premium Trust. It’s supposed to be a place where my dreams come true, but for me, it felt like a list of tasks.

The phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Ms. Thompson, the executive assistant.

"Laura, could you please get Mr. Finch a latte? Make it a double shot with extra foam. Oh, and grab something for yourself too," Ms. Thompson said cheerfully.

"Sure thing, Ms. Thompson. I’m on it," I replied, trying not to sound pissed. I didn’t want to meet the CEO. I had heard that Mr. Finch is strict and never smiles. No one wants to get on his bad side, especially not me because it was hard to get this job.

After waiting in a long line at the coffee shop, I returned to the office and knocked on my boss’s door. I heard a cold voice saying, "Come in."

I opened the door and stepped inside, gasping at how beautiful the office was. Polished wood floors, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, and sleek, minimalist furniture, it screamed power and authority. This was my first time inside Mr. Finch’s office.

"Are you going to stand there until my coffee gets cold?" His sharp tone snapped me out of my daze.

I quickly walked to his desk, placing the coffee on his table. "Here you go, sir. I—"

He raised a hand to silence me, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine for the first time. My breath hitched.

He was… well, there was no polite way to put it, intimidatingly gorgeous. Strong jawline, short dark hair, and a presence so commanding it felt like the air had shifted in the room.

"Sit down, Laura," he commanded curtly, motioning to the chair opposite him.

My heart beat in my chest as I obeyed. He leaned back in his chair, picking up the coffee and taking a slow sip before placing the cup down.

"This is your first day, isn’t it?"

"No, Mr. Finch. I've spent ten days in this company, " I replied softly, unsure where this was going.

"Interesting," he murmured, his tone laced with mockery.

"You’ve managed to cause more chaos ten than some employees do in a year."

I blinked, my stomach dropping."I....what do you mean, sir?"

His jaw tightened. He picked up a file from his desk and slid it toward me. "This. Tell me you didn’t think it was a good idea to send this to Vanguard Industries."

I froze. My eyes darted to the file, recognizing the quarterly strategy report. My heart stopped as I realized my mistake. "I… Oh no. I… I didn’t mean to—" I stammered.

"Didn’t mean to?" His voice rose, and I shrank in my seat.

"Do you think I have time for excuses? That report contains information we’ve spent months developing. Now it’s in the hands of our competition."

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. He shook his head, disgust evident on his face.

"I don’t care if you’re new, Laura. This is unacceptable. Do you know how much damage this could cause?" He stood, towering over me, his presence suffocating.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fire you right now."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. My hands clenched into fists as I forced myself to look him in the eye. "Because I can fix it, sir. Let me fix it."

His eyebrows rose, and for a moment, he seemed surprised. Then his expression hardened again.

"You’ve got until the end of the day," he said coldly, returning to his seat. "If I don’t see results, you’re done. Now get out."

I nodded quickly, rising from the chair. "Yes, Mr. Finch. Thank you for giving me a chance."

As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me. "And Laura?"

I paused, glancing back nervously. "Don’t make me regret this or you lose your job."

I nodded again and hurried out of his office.