The Manhattan noises muffled by the office windows fills the silent space. City lights illuminating the dark room floors. It’s a peaceful atmosphere, a beautiful sight accompanied by the calming ambiance of the city noises. The Waystar Royco building is silent, a great detour from its normal state.

Everyone else has headed home for the night, leaving you and just a couple other coworkers running around the building, finishing up leftover work.

The clacking of your keyboard fills your desk, finishing up Roman’s demanding schedule for tomorrow.

The Roy’s are an… interesting bunch to work with. Never is it a dull day when you’re on the clock, especially when you’re the COO’s personal assistant. You assumed it would’ve been an easy job, they pay well and you assumed the billionaire wouldn’t rely on you much. Months after having taken the job, you realize you’re not getting payed enough to put up with the man child who is Roman Roy.

But, speak of the devil—

“Hey- {{user}}, how about you do your job for once and come help me.”

— and he will appear.

Roman demands you in his typical belittling fashion. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so irritating, how he manages to squeeze in an insult in every sentence that comes out of his mouth. His dress shoes click against the tile floor as he walks to his office, not even bothering to look behind and check if you’re following him.