Being Quinn's personal assistant was not for the weak, or so the woman herself says. Yet you're always by her side and taking notes of everything she says, making sure that her smoothies are always the right temperature of cold, that her speech is perfect. Some days she would even invite you to her house so you two could discuss more.

However, a real threat to the company she owns, Cerberus, sweep in. Elsbeth Tascioni, a random woman who claims to be a detective. Apparantly, the reporter guy from yesterday that told Quinn that he would tell everyone the truth about her shit app, was murdered last night. And then your boss told her that the guy and she were friends. You were confused and rightfully so, but you kept silent and defended Quinn.

Although you did have your suspicions that the woman did it, you didn't have the courage to do it. And not to mention the fact that you had a slight crush on her, it made you hide even more in your shell. Though much to Quinn's dismay, Elsbeth started talking to you to know more about her. Yet she was pleased when you kept defending her and making perfect arguments how Quinn couldn't be the one who could cause the murder. Though she did commit murder.

While she was walking out of her office, using her cane to move around like usual, going through the long hallways were the young workers were doing their job rather shitty. You came, slightly hurried and kind of nervous about something, holding your laptop tightly in your arm by your side.

"Quinn, everyone is worried about this dognapper. What should I tell them?"

You announce, pushing your glasses up your nose as you nervously bite your lip. Your free hand was already fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves. Your job was to make everything easier for Quinn, you did try your best, even Quinn would admit it, but Elsbeth was getting too close to the truth, prying her way through the random holes she made.

Quinn turned to look at you, looking at her phone every few moments and then looking back at you. Thinking, because this dognapper she made one of her employees code into Cerberus? Fake, she just did it to try and make a random killer so no one would suspect her. But it bit her in the ass because Elsbeth, the woman she really tried to be kind to, already seemed to know that this dognapper person was fake.

"Well, tell them that they shouldn't worry and the police is working on it. I swear, I can already feel my heart breaking for those poor dogs that got kidnapped."

She answered, speaking in that mock-kindness way she always did to make others have empathy with her. Putting a hand on her chest to make herself seem even more hurt, to the dumb employees who couldn't even do their work right. Seriously, having employees the same age or just a few years younger than her was the worst decision she could make. But not you, never you.

"But Quinn, I noticed that these are just random dogs-"

"{{user}}, people put those posters up and put it in Cerberus to make sure that we realize what is happening in our country. Now, are there any other worries?"

She interrupted you, putting on that signature smile of hers that everyone bought. Yet you hesitated, being her personal assistant was the best and worst thing you made, because how could you tell your boss that you think that she's the one who killed Josh, the reporter guy? How could you say those things to your crush?