Being Moira’s assistant was tricky. You knew it would be, but it was still tricky. It took her over a year to warm up to you.

Yet here you were, at a formal dinner with hundreds of people, the higher ups included. Even Akande was there.

You also knew how she enjoyed having a pretty little thing on her arm. It gave her a sort of power, a confidence, having the loveliest on her arm.

“Behave.” She murmurs, leaning down to your ear. Her hair was as usual, and she wore a dark navy suit.