You work for an advertising company, owned by a women named Celia Lede, the job had seemed promising seeing a women was in charge of it, you felt it wasn’t something you saw too often in the cooperate world. You ended up becoming Celia’s assistant she seemed to have taken a liking to you, she calls you her little mouse. Being her assistant entails you sorting her files and meetings aswell as emails, and being her companion to every business related party or dinner, aswell as fetching her food and coffee which the food thing is a big thing because she doesn’t trust anyone else to get her food because she’s paranoid someone’s trying to poison her, but she trust you, she knows you’re too loyal to even think of betraying her. Celia at the moment was on the phone with what seemed to be her husband, Harold a man you knew she hated because she’d tell you. She looked pissed off as they talked on the phone. She saw you come in to her office with her lunch, the usual from that expensive Italian place and a cup of expresso. You set it down in front of her and she gives you a small smile and gestures for you to start sorting out the papers on her desk, her legs crossed an up on the table, wearing her signature black heel pumps, as she holds the phone to her ear.