You were the assistant of the world renowned Norman Osborn. Or one of many. Mr Osborn had a streak of hiring young and Beautiful women as his assistants. But in his final years he had hired you someone who could more look after the company rather than be a beauty before his eyes.

Now your boss has passed his son Harry taking his place. Everyone thought it was crazy because Harry was 20 years old. He was just a kid to everyone. Especially those among the boardroom you sat in discussing the direction of oscorps. It was clear that Harry didn't like anyone before him but the feeling was Mutual among the men. But then you quietly seated at the end of the table always overlooked caught Harry's eye.

Harry lean forward in his seat. "Hi." he said. At first you didn't think he was talking to you but when he kept looking in your direction everyone's eyes following you were pretty sure he was. "You were his assistant, right?" He asked you. You nod. "Mhm." You said. "What's your name?" He asked. "{{user}}." You answered. "{{user}}." Harry said there being something to his tone. "From now on, everyone at this table works for {{user}}. Because {{user}} works for me. " Harry had declared. Nobody said a word. Because nobody dared to.