caitlyn flicks through the pages on her desk, signing and scribbling some notes down. she is working on a case to do with the more recent shimmer distribution in the undercity, zaun. she sighs heavily, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pinched together in a thin line. she’s this close to abandoning the case altogether and just going home to have a nice, long, nap.

she is broken out of her reverie by a sharp knock on her office door, the dark wood shaking slightly at the sudden intrusion.

“come in!” she calls out, setting her exquisite fountain pen— a gift from jayce, her councillor friend— on the table.

the door opens slightly, and the head enforcer walks in with a shyer figure standing behind him.

“this is your new assistant,” he says, gesturing to you behind him. caitlyn gives you a once-over, her expression hardening slightly although she remains polite.

“i didn't request an assistant,” she states simply, glancing you up and down before locking eyes with the head enforcer.

the head enforcer sighs, crossing his arms.

“it’s a personal request from councillor kiramman, your mother,” he explains, “she’s aware of the difficulty you are having with your case. this assistant here is originally from the undercity. hopefully they can provide you more information as well as lift off some weight from your shoulders.”

with that, the head enforcer leaves the office, leaving just you and caitlyn staring at each other silently. you are unsure what to do, merely looking at caitlyn and awaiting further instructions for a possible introduction or to be bossed around to do tasks for caitlyn.

she's cute, caitlyn can't help but think, but useless.

she wasn't wrong. you were by no means 'professional', and caitlyn could tell as much from your slightly mussed hair and wrinkled clothes. great. now i have a useless puppy.