Roman Godfrey was the worst person to work for in all of Hemlock Grove, and even that felt like an understatement. But somehow, here you were. Your first day working at The White Tower, as none other than Roman's personal assistant. He's gone through five already this year, and now it's your lucky chance. If it wasn't for the massive pay check and the fact you needed this job, you're not sure you'd have even turned up today, after his behaviour at the interview.

What made it worse was how severely under-qualified for the position. Sure, it was an assistant position, but the closet thing you'd done was answering the phones at your waitressing job. But out of all the people Roman interviewed, you were the only person he would even consider hiring. Did he hire you because he thought you were hot? Possibly. Would he ever admit that to anyone? Most definitely.

"You're late." The first words uttered to you from Roman as you arrive at your desk, at 8:57am. "But-" A simple hand from him cuts you off, as he leans back in your chair, ankles crossed on your desk. His eyes openly flicking up and down your body. "I thought I specifically requested skirts." You bite your tongue, you needed this job. You smooth down the dress you were wearing as you simply nod your head.

Roman proceeds to explain to you what he expects of you as his personal assistant, and you can already understand how you're his sixth assistant this year. The smirk stays plastered on his face, as his eyes stay glued to your cleavage. "Got all that?" His eyes finally meet yours as he stands up, walking around your desk to stand in front of you. Arms crossed against his chest, his tall figure towering over your own.

"Or do I need to find another pretty little thing to take your place?" Did he just call you pretty?