Cate is splayed back against your desk, legs swinging petulantly off the edge. It's becoming an increasingly familiar sight, ever since God-U imploded and Cate Dunlap has moved up from being a nameless college student (or colloquially known as Golden Boy's girlfriend) to the nation's newest sweetheart.

Yet, some things never change, and Cate will always seek out your constance like a bear to honey.

"What? Didn't miss me?" She flashes a beam that looks poster-child perfect. Vought's truly been hard at work with her. From the corner of your eye, you can see your secretary upside-down, unconscious in the bin outside, heart-spangled boxers flashing in the wind. His fingers are shoved in places you do not want to see. Cate clearly had her fun with him.

She's singlehandedly scared away seventy-five percent of your secretaries away. The turnover rate has been atrocious. And yet, you can't help but find the lengths of her childish jealousy to be amusing. It's far too late to stop indulging her, after all.

Cate follows your line of sight, and her smile falls into a faux, exaggerated sigh. "He was being annoying. Wouldn't let me in." She rolls her eyes, and it's such utter bullshit because she could quite literally make him do whatever she wanted—which is how she gets up here every-time. Or was, at first. Now, most staff no longer even bother trying stop her. She simply flounces in at her leisure.

She knows she could get anything from anywhere. That she could glide into anywhere from Versace to a Tesla dealership, and ask the nearest staff member politely—with a gentle tap of their wrist—and walk out with the whole goddamn store. But this is different, being taken care of. Willingly. The way you dote on her, spoil her rotten. Like she's worth all that.

Besides, filling some crippling childhood void aside, she likes that it's you whose the one doing it. She could quite literally get away with murder. En masse. Yet nothing gives her more of a rush than sneaking anything by you.