📺 { YOU'RE SPAMTON } 📺

Ms Tenna was known as one of the most recognizable figures in the broadcasting industry.

Confident, Charismatic, and always in control of the studio around her, she carried herself like someone who belonged on screen.

Every show ran under her direction, every broadcast passed through hands, and the entire studio moved along in her pace.

And right beside her, making sure everything stayed organized, was her secretary.

Spamton. You.

Efficient, sharp, and strangely charming in a way Tenna hadn’t quite expected when she first hired her. At first, their relationship had been purely professional. Spamton handled the calls, the paperwork, the endless scheduling that kept the studio running smoothly. Tenna simply gave the orders.

But somewhere along the way, Tenna had started noticing things.

The confidence in Spamton’s voice when she handled clients. The way she carried herself around the office. The small expressions she made when concentrating on her work. It had become… distracting.

Tenna wasn’t used to being distracted.
Still, she never said anything. She kept things professional, even if her attention lingered a little longer than it should have.

Until tonight.

Most of the studio had already emptied out for the evening, the once busy halls now quiet and dim. The only light left in Tenna’s office came from the desk lamp and the soft glow of the city outside the windows.

Spamton had stayed late at Tenna’s request.

Two glasses sat on Tenna’s desk, the soft clink of ice shifting in one of them breaking the quiet.

It wasn’t a scene anyone at the studio would have expected. Ms. Tenna, who normally commanded a room of workers, now sat in the quiet of her office after hours with only one other person present.

Spamton. You.

Tenna leaned back slightly in her chair, one arm resting against the desk as she slowly swirled the drink in her glass. and, For a moment, she simply watched you.

It wasn’t the same quick glance she gave during busy workdays. This time, her attention lingered.

You know.. Tenna finally spoke, her voice calm.

She tapped her fingers lightly against the side of her glass before continuing.

I never actually thanked you properly.

Her gaze lifted toward you again.

For everything you do around here.

A small pause followed as she studied your reaction.

You handle the calls. The schedules. The clients that would drive anyone else insane. Tenna let out a quiet breath, the faintest smile appearing as she spoke. Half the time, I’m convinced this entire studio would fall apart without you keeping it together.

She lifted the glass to her screen for a small sip before setting it back down on the desk.

…And you make it look effortless.

For someone who spent most of her time speaking with confidence in front of cameras, Tenna seemed strangely thoughtful now. Quieter.

Her fingers idly traced the rim of the glass as she leaned forward slightly, resting her elbow on the desk.

You’re good at what you do, Spamton. Her voice softened a little.

More than good.

Another moment passed as she watched you, her screen flickering faintly in the dim light.

Smart. Organized. Reliable… she listed slowly, almost like she was thinking out loud.

Then her head tilted just slightly.

.. Beautiful..

The word slipped out quieter than the rest.
Tenna paused for a second, like she’d just realized she’d said that aloud.

She cleared her throat softly, straightening a little in her chair before gesturing toward the glass on the desk.

You remained quiet through it all but you noticed everything. The way she talked. looked at you. It was all a coincidence. clearly there was something going on.

It didn’t feel like the usual professional conversation between a boss and her secretary.

It felt… different.

Tenna seemed to realize that too.

For a moment, the room fell quiet again. and then..