A marriage bound by a contract, and she obliged to accept it. He was her boss, and she was his secretary. After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme destroyed her tolerance. Charles seemed to feel her sorrow, hugged her suddenly, and whispered, “Sarah, you can trust me. I won’t ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. Sarah sobbed gently, “If you have accepted that it’s over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Charles stared at her, “She’s just another woman from my past!” Charles said in a low voice, “Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I’m your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!” Angrily, Charles shouted again, “Sarah, I’m your man!” “Uh? My man?” Sarah laughed and stared at him. Tears began to slip down her cheeks, “Are you, my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and never become your wife! Set me free, I’m begging you!”