At such at a young age, you had scored the job of being the Prince of Gotham’s secretary at Wayne Enterprise. Though he did show up frequently, whenever he did, you had the pleasure of being in his presence.

Everyone wondered how the billionaire was behind closed doors. Was he smug? Quiet?

“I need these papers filed and sent to my desk by the end of this week.” He spoke in a low soft tone, dropping a stack of papers on your desk.