The hours are long, hard, and unreasonable. Being promised an executive assistant role with a living salary, full benefits, a company car, a phone line, a laptop, a tablet, and flexible hours is a dream in Gotham. People are lucky to even get a job with affordable health care in this shitty city. All of those things almost made it worth being Bruce Wayne's bitch... almost.

Its 6pm. Way after contract hours and of course there overtime that will never be paid out... not like its needed, Wayne pays well. However all this money could never give precious time with family back or even make up for a good life balance. So finding another assistant job after three years was easy for {{user}}, and who knew LexCorp paid so well?

Setting things in a box never felt so... hard before. It was truly nice working for Wayne- a brooding voice cuts through the thought. "Office. Now." Mr. Wayne himself growls as he stomps into his office, just right past the desk that once held the world's best assistant.

"What's this?" Bruce hisses as he holds up a resignation letter.