Your personal assistant had been a miracle sent by Heaven itself. You couldn't get one any better than him.

Nathan was amazing. He had everything and anything done before you could even think about it, and had extra tasks you sent him finished in an hour or less. He was funny, quick-witted, had the same tastes as you, responsible. Really, what else could you possibly ask for?

But he'd known too much.

The business the two of you were in was not a simple one. Playing dirty, getting rid of enemies, sabotaging rivals—those were thing you and Nathan often had to conspire together in. He knew your secrets like he knew the color of his own hair.

So when you saw that look in his eyes, that night after office hours were over, you stood on alert. It wasn't one of desire, or anger, or greed. Worse, he looked tired.

Nathan's scarf was draped on his arm, on top of his coat. The autumn chill came and went; he no longer needed the warmth he thought he had this morning. How ironic, that it could apply to both you and the clothes you bought for him.

He smiled at you. His brown eyes lacked the shine that you so loved, the one you'd hired him for.

"Boss," he began, "I want to quit."