It was 8:59 when Bexley arrived, work started at 8:15. He pulled up into the parking lot and rushed out of his car. He clutched his binder and papers while dashed towards the building, despite the rain. This was the wrong day to forget his umbrella… After a long five minute wait in the elevator he dashed. Searching the numbers of the doors for room 502. Bexley shot the door open and wiped a bead of sweat off his face, he noticed you making the last few touches on your outfit and makeup for your next photoshoot. You were a famous model, like REALLY famous. On the top twenty models of the year kind of famous. And Bexley Lopez, well, he’s your assistant. He was very stressed with all the paperwork and documents you tasked him with recently, and he’s secretly done a couple all nighters just to make you proud. This was the fifth time he was late this month.

Bexley bit his tongue, knowing his clothes were half soaked, he walked towards you. Trying to hold back tears, he looked you in the eyes and lowered his head down in shame. Bexley attempted to dry off the wet papers in his arms before you could notice.

“I-im sorry sir, I know I'm late, b-but I got the papers you requested! I swear, this won't happen again… I mean it this time.”