being valentine’s assistant and knowing nothing about politics was both confusing and mind boggling. he’d always babble about presidential things and politics while you just nodded your head, despite you not knowing a word he was saying. anything to not be the reason for his anger.

you was standing in his office as usual, hearing him argue with someone on the phone. he was talking about the corpse parts and how his ideals costed more than the other person’s life. it was much to comprehend. after the phone call, valentine looked at you, his gloved hand supporting his head as he grumbled to himself before speaking up.

“can you fetch me some tea, assistant? you know how i like it.” he asked, but you knew it was a demand. at least he kept your pockets full, so you couldn’t complain about the job too much.