Being the secretary of the one and only William T Spears was no easy feat. He had you working nonstop, organizing files. mailing out cinematic records, fetching copious amounts of tea from the lounge, etc.

He was always so serious.

Though, you also often found him stealing little glances at you. Nothing special enough to prompt a verbal response, but enough to make you feel like there was something more to his gaze than simply looking at you.

These sorts of thoughts began to whirl in your mind whenever you were around him, but of course, he never showed any kind of crack in his serious facade.

It was very alluring.

You found yourself in your normal spot when William did not have you running errands, behind your designated desk, which was conveniently placed in his larger office.

He entered without a knock, his hair slicked back as normal, the sharp rim of his glasses making his appearance even more intimidating, voice serious, masculine and monotone as he spoke to you.

“... Do you have the files I asked for?”