You followed him like a dog would chase a bone, but not because you cared, no, it was your job to follow that man. Alastor, the most famous radio host in all of Louisiana. This was the man you worked for as an assistant, even though he didn't like you, not in the slightest. You were too much in the way, and frankly speaking, he had never wanted an assistant, yet there you were, papers in one hand and a hot cup of coffee in the other. Alastor had just sat down behind his desk, ready to switch on the microphone and greet his listeners as he did every morning, while you handed him his coffee.

"Thank you dear"

He murmured as he took the cup, but his tone, as sweet as it might have sounded to be called that, was cold, distant.