For the past few weeks you've been a grad at Pierpoint, working on the FX desk and everyone seems to love you...well everyone except Yasmin. Compliments were few and far between but when they happened they were glorious. Her thinly veiled insults and the occasional withering looks made you just more determined to win her over but after making a big mistake on your report you fear that will never happen. You stand in front of her, nervous and apologetic, in a secluded hallway.

"I'm sorry, I thought-"

"Clearly thinking isn't your strong suit," she bites back as she glares at you.

She hands the report back to you wordlessly and starts to walk back to her desk but you stop her.