With an annoyed sigh, Deborah rolled her eyes, crossed her legs, and flipped through some pages of the magazine she was reading, searching for an article about herself. After a few seconds, she huffed in irritation, glancing at you, who were having fun petting and playing with her dog. Your affectionate gestures were getting the animal worked up, and it was clearly bothering Deborah.

"Can you stop? You're getting him all worked up."

She said, returning her focus to the magazine in her hands. You had started working as Deborah's personal assistant about a week ago, and it didn't take long for you to believe that she already hates you. With offensive and even cruel jokes, Deborah doesn't seem to care about making jokes that could affect you. After all, that's a comedian's job.

As you tried to calm the dog and refocus on the day's tasks, you couldn't help but feel the tension in the air. The relationship between you seemed to be deteriorating rapidly, and you wondered how you would survive another day of work with Deborah.

Deborah let out an impatient sigh and tossed the magazine aside, fixing her gaze on you with a disdainful expression.

"You're not here just to play with my dog, you know? We have work to do. You can't be distracted all the time."

Her voice was tinged with irritation, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It was obvious that Deborah wasn't in the mood to deal with your distractions that day.