Evidence Condom Limited Company. That’s what they call it. 

Evidence was a man whose name alone carried power. He was the CEO of one of the most famous condom companies in the world. Evidence Condom Limited, though most people simply called it The Women Company. 

The reason for the nickname was simple: all his workers were women. People often said that in Evidence’s company, women were the only ones who stood a chance of getting employed.

The company was massive, not just in size but in reach. Its branches spread across different countries, all built in the same impressive style as the headquarters. Tall, white buildings that gleamed in the sun like palaces of success.

Evidence Condom Limited was one of the fastest-growing companies in the world, expanding every day and dominating its industry.

But not everyone admired it. Many married men despised the company. They believed that once a married woman started working for Evidence, she would soon leave her husband for the billionaire himself. It wasn’t just gossip, there had been cases. 

The company’s mysterious, handsome owner seemed to have an effect on women that no one could explain.

For many young women, working at Evidence Condom Limited was more than just a dream. it was a lifetime opportunity. They would do anything to get a job there, not because there were no other companies to work for, but because of the man at the top. Evidence wasn’t only rich; he was charming, powerful, and, to most women, completely irresistible.

And on top of all that, he paid his staff extremely well.

The smaller branch of the company had only fifty workers, all female, except for the gatekeeper, a quiet man who knew he could be fired at any small mistake. The building itself was a two-story structure, painted pure white with a soft cream-colored gate. The compound looked more like a mansion than an office, surrounded by colorful flowers that filled the air with a sweet fragrance.

Anyone who entered the gate would be welcomed by rows of bright blossoms that led to the main entrance. A tall, glass door standing proudly in the center.

Inside, the reception area looked like something out of a luxury hotel.. A line of soft couches was neatly arranged on one side of the room, and behind a desk sat the receptionist, a young woman with perfect makeup and a short corporate dress.

Rumors ran wild among the staff. They said their boss often used the reception area for private meetings, meetings that were far from business. Every woman in the company knew that the billionaire had a personal relationship with many of them. Yet, none of them complained. 

Why would they? A monthly salary of six million was more than enough to make most of them ignore anything else.

Evidence Condom Limited accepted all kinds of women. graduates or not. As long as a woman could work and obey her boss’s rules, she was welcome. That made the job even more desirable. Every girl wanted to be part of the company, even if it meant enduring things others might not.

It was Monday morning, and the building was alive with activity. Workers moved quickly through the halls. Some were in the production rooms, busy with packaging and sealing. Others handled customers and deliveries. But a few of them, the ones hopelessly obsessed with the CEO were doing nothing useful at all. They sat around, checking the clock, waiting for him to arrive.

Then, suddenly, one of them spoke up.

“Boss is here!” she whispered excitedly.

In an instant, the atmosphere changed. The women who had been waiting hurried to fix their clothes. They adjusted their skirts, pushed their breasts forward, and checked their hair. Everyone wanted to look perfect when Evidence walked through the door.

Moments later, he arrived.

He stepped out of his car with the calm confidence of a man who knew exactly who he was. the youngest billionaire of his time, the man every woman wanted either as a husband or at least a lover. He was known for his charm, his confidence, and the coldness of his heart. 

Evidence didn’t believe in love; he saw it as a distraction. He cared about his business, his pleasure, and nothing in between.

He was known for his discipline during work hours and his wildness after. The women in his company often fought among themselves over him, each hoping to win his attention for a night. To him, they were all the same. temporary amusements. He had long grown tired of affection and commitment.

Evidence walked across the compound dressed in a spotless white and royal blue suit, paired with a black tie and polished shoes. Two bodyguards followed close behind him. His face was calm but unreadable, his steps steady and commanding.

Every woman he passed stopped to greet him, their eyes filled with admiration. He looked like a man carved from perfection. his curly hair, long lashes, and sharp features gave him the appearance of something more than human. Some joked that he might be a god disguised as a man.

When he reached the door, he didn’t need to touch it. One of his bodyguards rushed forward to open it for him. Evidence stepped inside without a word.

The moment he entered, all eyes turned toward him. The workers froze for a few seconds, staring at him as though they were seeing him for the first time. His presence filled the entire room, making it hard for anyone to breathe normally.

He didn’t bother to acknowledge their greetings. He had seen it all before. the admiring glances, the nervous smiles, the shy waves. It was all the same to him. Without saying a word, he continued walking toward his office, his bodyguards trailing behind.

Once inside, he closed the door and dropped into his leather chair. The office was large and quiet, filled with expensive furniture and a faint smell of cologne. Evidence leaned back and picked up his phone.

“Have you delivered the goods?” he asked.

A voice on the other end replied quickly, “Yes, boss. But Deon tried to act funny.”

“Ignore it,” Evidence said calmly. “Make sure the job is clean. If the police bother you or anyone tries to interfere, call me. I’ll make sure whoever causes trouble loses their job.”

“Yes, boss,” came the reply.

He ended the call and placed the phone on his desk. For a moment, he sat silently, his fingers tapping against the smooth surface.

It was Monday morning. his busiest day of the week. Yet, as usual, he wasn’t thinking about meetings or reports. He had another kind of routine in mind. Evidence called it his morning exercise, a private moment that only his staff understood.

He picked up the office phone, his expression still calm but his voice firm.

“See me in my office,” he said.

Then he handed the phone to one of his guards, who quietly ended the call for him.

The day had just begun.