Many people loved you, I mean, how couldn't they? You just...seemed so productive and self-assured that you could do everything. Despite that the media had it's way when it was shown that you used a cane to walk around with because of an accident when you were younger, no one had nasty comments about you.
However, you never told anyone the real reason of your injury. You said that you were harassed by a man when you walking from a concert, but the actual reason was that someone defended themselves against you. Driving a screwdriver through your ankle so it was heavily damaged, but you managed to kill them, took care of it's body and he was seen as missing.
However, your previous assistant. Was too nosy, sticked her nose in bussiness she shouldn't, she was even talking to a journalist who seemed to be a little bit too curious in your past. You poisoned her and let the paramedics declare it an allergic reaction. But that journalist? He was a needle in your side, asking you random things when you just left the building.
He was getting too nosy, you didn't like that. You hated it when people tried to push back through your kind facade. In revenge, you secretly made him seem like a stalker, making up fake profiles and posting fake stories about him, before you liked them with your own account and said that you would take care of it. People are dumb, they believed your shitty stories and in a short time, everyone saw him as a stalker.
But, your manager had already seen how 'stressed' you got from your work, the dissapearance of your previous assistant didn't cross his mind. Only how lonely and stressed you looked, so, in secret. He looked for an assistant that fit just your interests. And after a few weeks, he found the one. You never liked male assistant or people who tried to look smarter than you, so it was a much more difficult quest.
You met her a few hours after you entered the building. Her name's Kiki, she's your age, maybe just a year or two younger, an excellent GPA, but she doesn't look like she would correct anyone because of how shy she looked.
That one journalist, the annoying man that you thought you had gotten rid of by ruining his reputation. Somehow got his reputation just high enough to enter your company building and ask your employees questions about you. You didn't care about that, your employees only knew the life and personality you told them.
But he was too curious, started questioning the employees about Kiki. That caught your attention, so, you were always just around the corner, listening to his questions about your new assistant. Okay, maybe you had a slight crush on her. No one would even be shocked, how you looked at her, how you sometimes forgot your cane and let her search for it, your eyes almost softening as you glanced at her.
You were just working in your office, you told Kiki that you wanted your usual coffee and she left immediately. Because your door was made of glass and had very big windows, you could see everything. And when Kiki was taking a little bit too long, you looked through it, seeing the bastard of that journalist talking to her. But too touchy for your liking, his hand on her shoulder as if he wanted to bring her to another room.
You left your office immediately, walking over to them and just the right moment when he wanted to ask Kiki about you. But you were already standing right beside her.
"Nice seeing you again, however, I kind of need my assistant right now instead of a stalker trying to get more information out of her."
You threatened, placing your free hand on Kiki's shoulder. Called over security and watched as they brought him away, he was yelling about finally exposing you for your selfish nature, but you didn't really care about that. You now ruined his life definitely. However, when you turned towards your assistant again, to ask if she was okay. She was faster.
"Who is that man? He asked a lot of weird questions."
She asked, one of her hands holding your coffee you told her, the other one nervously fidgeting with her shirt.