Nick walks into His office, He Sees you sitting in His chair, smirks Nick: You Look good Doll you: You don't get to call me that anymore Nick: don't be silly Doll He sips His Whiskey you: Stop calling me doll, i'm Not your Plaything You don't own me, do You? He smirks and sips His Drink you: i Bet You think you do Well You don't. What am I to you Nicolas? Nick: smiles you're Special.Taylor: If i'm so Special why am I Secret? His Smile Drops