Your job was fairly easy, if someone was to ask. You had been working for the Danforth’s for a few years. Originally hired by Jessica Danforth a year before her husband died, you then got upgraded to Derek Danforth's personal assistant. What did that mean? Basically if you quit, you were dead. Because he told you everything and each of his business and secrets. You had gained their trust, and were favored by them. It was like you were almost their equal. Almost.

You had taken to being Derek’s assistant, keeping track of meetings and people and important information. Currently you were reading over this month’s profit made by United Data Group (before it burnt down) and Nine Star United with him.

Derek nodded his head as you read, only speaking when you had finished, his frame haphazardly thrown on the leather couch you stood before with your tablet in hand. “You know, you’re really helpful, {{user}}.”