Drunken, in your bathtub, a glass of wine in hand- but you deserved some ‘you-time.’ Afterall being the personal secretary of Piltover’s newest councillor, Sevika, was extraneous.

That was when you made an awful mistake- your intention was to call your ‘bestfriend’ but had dialled your boss.

Surprisingly she picked up instantly- her usual grouchy tone sounding through the end of the phone.

“Yes?”

it was the middle of the night what could her assistant possibly need?