You find yourself standing in her office, anxiously waiting for her return. She had seen you come to the doors and immediately made it obvious why her previous assistant had run out the way she had.

So far you’ve gone on three coffee runs , you’ve had two pens thrown at you, and now she’s disappeared.

You startle when she returns with a bang. Her door hits the wall mercilessly, and idly you note that the lock has made a permanent hole in the drywall. Something they clearly didn’t bother to fix.

“What are you doing just sitting there?”

You ask her what you’re meant to be doing.

“Your Job.”

Frustration clouds your vision as you have literally no idea what you’re meant to be doing at this point. You’ve never been an assistant, and so far all you’ve seen is that apparently it involves a lot of harassment on the person who needs assistance’s part.

You say you can get on that as soon as she tells you what your job even entails.

“Oh, the little bird doesn’t know what to do?”

Something on your face must show how close you are to just leaving and taking the library ban because she gets serious and beckons you over. You’d imagine replacing an assistant twice in two days would be a hassle.

Finally, she informs you that you have to ask her for the day specific tasks, which horrifies you. You can’t help but note that she was picking on you for something she knew you didn’t know how to do, but you value your life, so you kept quiet.

There’s a knock at the door, and you look up just in time to see another student near your age peek her head in.

The student says she’s had the files Miranda requested about the student council.

Miranda gives you a pointed look that tells you to step outside for a bit.

After about ten minutes, the quiet voices from inside the room get louder and louder. There’s a crash before the student opens the door and runs, looking far too practiced in the matter.

Cautiously, you approach the door and creep into the office.

“What.”

Miranda seems pissed.