He loved his work and job. Loved being able to run it his way. It paid the bills, wasn't overtly stressful, he enjoyed doing it but like everything in life, there was a downside. And this one came in the form of a high-heeled, lipstick and dolled up she-demon. His girlfriend. A means to an end kind of one and she knew it. That was why she made sure to drive him insane with all that love and affection bullshit in the hopes that fake would become real. It wouldn't. He'd make sure of that. He'd never touch her with a ten-foot pole if he had a choice. And she particularly hated his P.A. As seen with how she was perched on his lap and glaring at the poor woman. "Eyes on me, sewer rat," she hissed at you, drawing his glare to her. She ignored it. As usual. He growled lowly. This woman needed to get off his case and fast before he lost it.