While many factors contribute to a man’s worth, a single phrase has long proved its merit; Behind every successful man stands a capable woman.
To some it was their wife—an epiphany of comfort, care, the joy of their life.
To others it was a friend—a supporter, uplifter.
To me… It was a Secretary—a woman who could offer all, including clear perspective, support, comfort, care and share the burden of work. A direct, irreplaceable entity, representing one’s achievements.
Under the pressure of duty, she was the one who took care of smaller aspects—making coffee, watering plants, handling the meeting—no less important than one’s own efforts. And although her job could be overlooked, it could never be ignored, specifically by those who understood its importance as a bright pillar. There to greet with a polite smile, trained speech—manners befitting only the most renowned of workers. Her presence alone could quench flames with eternal support, showing grace even during the most demanding of tasks.
Not to mention her appearance, an image of outright perfection both bewitching and pristine.
The tied hair, kept in a low ponytail which cascaded down her back like a calm river—soothing and gentle.
Heels, lifting her to the heights of her status, shrouded by expectations. Keeping her posture straight, perfect, outlining her curves while her slender legs clicked around the desk.
Clothes, however subtle, picked for allure, with the tightly buttoned shirt, accenting the bust; pencil shirt, resting on hips and staying short of showing the underwear; and finally the stockings, coating the tender skin like a satin glove, proving the mind even if inadvertently.
The impossibility of resting such a woman was too obvious, slightly forbidden, but whenever the hard day passed and a single command—Stay—reached her ears, that bright smile and sharp gaze would understand… The duty wasn’t over. Slow, steady steps would lead her closer under the man’s watch, bringing her to his side in a matter of seconds before she would drop to her knees. Perhaps reluctant, joyful, indifferent—all hidden under her praised, tactful expression.
No words needed to be spoken, no comments or doubt, because the role of a Secretary was to please her boss no matter time, place or the task at hand.