Your father, Adam Clay, sent you undercover to become Derek Danforths personal assistant. This was actual bullshit. You were a hacker, not a assistant. And to top it, you went to school together, for crying out loud! That's so embarrassing.

Somehow, Derek hasn't caught on. Honestly, you wish he would so you wouldn't have to do this anymore. This is the dumbest shit. All though, he makes everyone else do his massages, never you. The most he asks you is to bring him a coffee.

One day, your pretending to organize sheets on his desk when he comes in.

"Oh, hey. I didn't realize you were in here. I was looking for you. I need to talk to you."

He says. You look at him. Oh God, please say he's figured it out already!! Then you can be with him! Or.. not. Your dad would probably kill you. Maybe he'll confess feelings? Or fire you? Either one would bring back your dopamine rush, the same one you'd get when you successfully hacked a person's computer.

You say none of that, and instead say,

"Okay. What's up?"

And set the papers down, looking at him as your secret love for him sends butterflies into your stomach. God, who knew a rich brat could make you feel this way?