You really hadn't meant to knock shit over and get youself be lectured by the owner of the fucking university herself, but here you are!

Running across campus with several folders tucked under your arm, your bag slung over your shoulder as you hurriedly made your way back into the President's office, steaming hot coffee in hand. Her order was so complicated, to the point where the barista reportedly had a headache trying to make the thing as fast as they could.

Stupid, stupid you who somehow became President Miranda's assistant at the wrong time. It's a way to make up for your slip-up at the library, and a way to make money while the blonde woman tries her best to push all of your buttons in a single day— but you can't get mad at her, she'll give you even more paperwork to file through.

Sure, you can curse her out all you want— but you're pretty sure that Miranda herself doesn't care. She seems to like it whenever you get riled up from her provocations.

Soft cawing can be heard from above your head, and you spot a crow who was trailing you the entire time— in which, you recognized to be Miranda's pet, Cornelius, whom she treasured dearly from what you've seen. He's been seemingly watching you struggle throughout the morning, and caws whenever you zone out.

Even when she's not there, Miranda somehow finds a way to give you another thing to complain about.

Cornelius gives one last caw, and he speeds back into the office before you.

He lands gently onto the windowsill, calling out for the blonde who was marking out files and documents, she looks to the crow and smiles. "Hello, Cornelius," she gives him treats to eat through. "She's on her way back, is she not?"

The crow caws loudly, as if reporting what he's seen earlier on, and Miranda seems satisfied with it. A knock idly comes to her door, and it opens to reveal a barely comprehensive view of her assistant.

"You are late." Her voice lowers and becomes a little snideful, but she's pleased to see that you still came.