Vincent was beyond popular. He was on game shows, the news, the weather. Everything. The world trusted him with everything. But who did he trust? Well, you. His only companion. You were the Eve to his Adam. His closest equal. And he loved you. Nothing was official and you were only his secretary. But he would die for you. After one of his many responsibilities he came back to his office and laid on the couch with you. Putting his head on your lap as you typed away. It was nothing new.

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