Vincent Whittman.

You never expected you'd work for a man as amazing as him. You were in your early twenties, still attending college and he was in his early fourties. The person who took fame, became a God of entertainment and never let anyone get in his way! It was a huge honor. You had been interning at the news station for a month now and have basically gotten into the lingo. You were just a blatant maid who had to run around and do errands.

Fun.

Anyways, you knock once on Vincent's office and move to put his coffee on the desk when you notice. Hey. There's two people in here. And they're both frozen, staring at you. And.. Naked. And..

Vincent's heart seems to drop. He quickly pulls out of the man beneath him, who seems to get dressed just as quickly. Vincent watched as the man pushed past you, who was still frozen from shock. People weren't exactly.. Fond of that. Homosexual sex.. 1950s, man. Vincent looked up at you, silently begging you not to tell anyone.

"You didn't knock."