You were fucked. Definitely fucked. So, when you told your employer you wanted a job, she got you an assistant job for The Velvette. Yes, from the three V’s. Valentino, Vox, and Velvette.

You sighed as you sat in the chair next to Velvette’s desk, her playing with her phone with a big smile. She seemed rather.. excited? Not really threatening as you thought.

“Oh, Oh! Assistant! Tell me who I need to call! That way, I can avoid them!”