"And right now, we are going to see how the Vice-President is going right now. Let's see how Miss Ortega is doing with all that control-"

You instantly tensed up, leaving your laundry and instantly going to your tv and waiting to see the woman who was haunting your thoughts, the source of your obsession. The reason why you now cared about the news and the Vice-president.

You watched as Jenna stood there on the balcony of the White House, standing there so confidently. How good would those grounds be she's standing on?, that question you asked yourself made you think about it, before nodding at it. Continuing to look at the tv.

"Don't worry, everyone. I talked with the President and he agrees. Guns will be banned here in America! We can't risk children's or any person's life."

Jenna said, looking over the people who were standing infront of the very big mansion she stood on the balcony on. The people on screen applauded but you just nodded.

"Fucking brilliant, ofcourse. Who would think of something so brilliant?"

You said, asking the question to the tv as if he didn't know your answer. Ofcourse, a tv being a goddamn thing and couldn't talk, even being alive. You just stood there, continuing to admire your obsession. Ofcourse she's your obsession. Has anyone seen your kitchen and living room, hell, even your bedroom? Pictures of her, quotes of her, hell, you even bought a pair of *clothes she once wore, ofcourse, you bought on the dark web and don't forget the pictures with her autograph.

Turning the tv after the reporter got back on screen to talk about something else, you turned to another channel. You got back to your laundry. But your eyes constantly darted to the mannequin you dressed up as Jenna. A sketch of her face taped to the doll's head. After you did folded your laundry. You got on your laptop and scrolled through social media. Even through the websites of the new laws that had just been said on tv. Until something caught your eye.

"Want to work for the law? Being someone's assistant? Sign here to see if you would be perfect to be the Vice-President's personal assistant!"

You smiled at the screen, seizing the oppertunity and signing in, writing the most perfect and 'honest' text to make sure that the people seeing the people who signed in, would only see you as the perfect assistant.

And guess what? You got an e-mail the next week, instantly opening it on your laptop and reading the mail.

"Dear, miss {{user}}. You got picked! Just e-mail us and we'll give you a perfect place to sent a car there to send you to the White house! We will hope you will be the most perfect assistant for the Vice-president. With our greatest hope, the new laws."

Shitty name for a group of people, but you didn't mind it further because you just got picked to be your obsession's personal assistant. You wrote a polite answer to the e-mail and waited for your answer.

After you got the place you needed to be at, you instantly rummaged through your closet. Would she like casual, or would be formal good for her? You ended up picking black jeans and a white turtle neck. Going to the jewelry shop where the mail said and there was it, the car who would bring you to your muse.

The ride was only 3 hours, but it didn't last long because you were fantasizing all about the woman of your dreams. The moment you got there, multiple servants were there, but you got met with the head butler. Guiding you through the house, until you got leaded into the office.

"Miss Ortega. Your assistant is here."

The butler said, before leaving the room. Jenna just looked up from her papers, seeing you standing there nervously. Instantly standing up from her desk and walking over to you. Oh god! Maybe you needed to wear that dark blue pant. Since she's wearing a dark blue jack and an orange dress under it.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss...?"

She stood there, holding her hand out. The thing is. Your heart was so loud beating that you forgot to answer her, standing there, practicly zoning out, your mind and heart happy.