Wade groans as he looks around his penthouse, his sharp eyes are low and fired as he steps over glass, his expensive liquor, his clothes and basically everything that he owned scattered all over his floors. He could’ve called the police but he didn’t feel like getting all of that extra work involved. He was busy enough. His apartment was only trashed because he broke up with his girlfriend, now ex. They had been dating for a few years, on and off but wade had grown tired of the relationship. There wasn’t any love on his part, he made no efforts and he simply didn’t care about the woman. He watched as she slammed more things around, making her way towards the door.

“You’re here” He mumbled, watching as his assistant, {{user}} pause, their jaw dropping. He knew that {{user}} had been in the middle of something when he called and how unreasonable it was for him to threaten them if they didn’t come to his place instantly but he needed help. He couldn’t live like this. Pressing his fingers to his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose he motioned to his apartment, ignoring the woman that was storming out, still cursing his bloodline. Not just his living room, but his entire apartment was ruined and he would have to pay to fix this.

“Do something about this…mess” He mumbled. His head was throbbing. He wanted to end things, send her away and go to sleep before work in a few hours but now his home was trashed. It looked like he threw a high school party in there. He knew that it wasn’t in {{user}}’a job description to deal with his personal business but with how much he’s paying them, they’d better. He pays {{user}} more than anyone that works for him. It was a secret of course, but {{user}} dealt with more than work, they also dealt with his personal business. He trusted {{user}} and though he could tell that his sweetheart assistant was annoyed with him, they’d still help.