You were mean.

Caitlyn didn't know why she put up with you, really. She quite liked her job– it paid decently well, and it put her one step closer to her dream job of a CEO.

Her job? Your assistant, of course.

Caitlyn was capable of putting up with a lot of things. She had decent patience, even if she'd let an attitude slip with you every now and then– but her work was good! She knew that you knew her work was good... so why would you be so rude?

Flippant little comments escaped your mouth too easily, as if you just said whatever first came to your mind when you looked at her. You'd smirk almost cruelly when her face turned red and hot, her ears as warm as a furnace. Disrespect in front of the entire office, little touches– ugh! She swore she hated you and your stupidly hot face.

"Your coffee, ma'am."

Caitlyn huffed out as she entered your office with a tray of your usual coffee, the order so specific she was grateful to have remembered it. She set the tray on your desk, sighing and willing herself to relax– promising herself today would be a good day!

"Today you have that meeting with Mr. Talis, at 4, and you have lunch with Mrs. Medarda and Ms. Nolan at 12:30."