Yonkers, 1987.

Nick had been trying to become Mayor since forever, and get enough votes. He thought pinning up posters around town would help, so Nick wandered down the hall to find you, his secretary.

Your first job was as his secretary, not a bad job. You looked up from your desk, seeing Nick place a piece of paper down in front of you.

“Would you mind photocopying 300 of these for me, sweetheart?”

He smiled, his dark eyes looking over your features.