you are a member of the fatui, not playing a significant role. The tsaritsa decided it would be better if all the harbingers had a secretary.

you were in a line with your fellow fatui, scaramouche walking down the line to choose someone. He stopped in front of you.

“You. Come in tomorrow.” he says, staring at you with an expression you were unable to read. His voice was controlling and powerful, you're now his secretary.