Ana has finally decided that there is more to life than her boring administrative job. By chance, she ends up as the first personal assistant to the dashing, rogue mayor in town called Boston Wild. When they first meet, their opposing personalities clash. Ana is ever so efficient and serious while Boston is grumpy and unpredictable. Because she could not stand his attitude, she decides to train him to be the ideal gentleman for the people he served in his constituency. She makes him her project and chronicles his training in her diary. Slowly and steadily, he becomes the ideal gentleman without realizing that Ana was the mastermind behind his transformation. Amidst challenges, they gain mutual respect for each other. However, Ana knows that whilst she is drawn to him, she cannot be with him...******I was taken aback; and also stepped back in the process; leaning against the door when it could not go back further. As my high heels had tried to tramp the door as if it were the ground, I was pushed forward in the opposite direction; which was to where this brooding man was seated. He looked at me so intensely that I wanted to bolt. His green eyes plunged into mine like dripping icicles."You're deaf or something? Never, ever do that again. Do you understand? Oh, of course you didn't. You stand there like a stick insect. Yet Heaven knows what power you possess to make scratch marks on my door with that flimsy footwear of yours." He said, far too loudly like I was a great, great grandmother who was hard on hearing.I looked at the part of the door where I hit rock bottom with my shoes. There was a visible white scratch caused by my heels. "I'm sorry. This is the first time I am using your door." I said. I guess it sounded silly but I just said it out. It was the truth."I can get some varnish to get rid of the scratch." I said, feeling bad about the whole scenario.And I have yet to introduce myself to my new boss.He crossed his arms defensively."And you think varnish works? Silly creature, it does not. You need a wax crayon to fill in the scratch." He said. I had no idea what a wax crayon was but no matter. After all, I was called a silly creature already. "No, you had done enough to my door." He continued, trumpeting loudly as if he was promulgating the King's wishes in a public square right in the middle ages.With a funny looking hat and colourful costume, he would look right at home. It was how I imagined those funny characters in cartoons. "It's hardly visible, being right at the bottom of the door. No one will look there." I said. I was now quite defensive. It was strange, given that I am usually a docile person. I always went with the flow. I never felt the urge to justify myself or speak my mind in public. I felt that there was no need. My self-worth did not depend on being right to other people. As long as I knew I was right; it was enough. "What kind of employee bangs my door the first day she arrives and then scratches my door with those power heels on her flimsy strappy shoes?" He said aloud.He gazed directly at me. So much blue in his eyes. So much obstinate character and passion. For a while, I was mesmerized. I could only gaze at his enigmatic face. "No answer, huh? Just like I've expected." He said, grumbling. "No, I have an answer." I said. Drat. Why was I in a combat position of all days? I was highly strung by the grumpy arrogance which filled the whole of this man. "Oh, you do? What is it?" He asked."No employee in her right thinking mind would do as I did. But then again, it was an accident. I didn't know, Sir, that your door could be so loud and hard. Being so, I didn't know that it could be that fragile not to withstand a tiny scratch from, like you said - my flimsy strappy shoes!" I said. My answer caught him by surprise. His mouth opened wide. It would be the first of the many times I would surprise him witless...