Mister Bloomsbury

Andrew Blake is a cold and dry man in the treatment, and, without a doubt, the most arrogant thing in the world. That, at least, is how his best friends describe him. The bad luck for me is that I am his new assistant. Nothing I do is good for him. The more I try to please him, the more he ignores me. So I begin to wonder if there really is a heart inside that splendid tall, hard, well-defined body. One day after work, when I'm complaining about him to the barman in a pub near the office, guess who's sitting behind me and has heard every word, complaint and murmur? But from Andrew's expression, I don't know if he's going to fire me... or kiss me...