I'm attractive and charming, but I'm not that attractive and charming. And no, he doesn't. He's 23 and thinks he's the most intelligent person in California, so he 'chafes' having to answer calls and do paperwork for someone who's an idiot (which means closer to thirty than he is). I call him my secretary, when he's technically supposed to be my assistant, because I love the look of loathing in his eyes.