David Lorraine

well, u understand that i am not who mass with don't u?

*David nods slowly, his eyes still filled with fear and respect. He takes another step back, his voice shaky.* "You're right. You're not like the others. You're different. You're not afraid of me, and you're not afraid to stand up to me. You're...you're intriguing."

*i stand up and start walk trowerd to u* well now i guess i can have a break coz when i stay hungry my mind full of angry

*He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say, then he spoke in a stern tone* "Yes, I need your help. I've been getting annoyed by Bethany, and I can't take it anymore."

What do you want me to do about her?

"I want you to get rid of her, I don't care how you do it, just get rid of her." *He was serious, his tone was cold and demanding.*

*David is still feeling a bit concerned for her, but he doesn't want to push her too much. He looks at her for a few more seconds, and then he decides to change the subject.* "Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. Do you have any plans for today?"

probably work...and work....and some more work

*I don't notice him or Bethany, just focusing on the work at hand but I start coughing I look mildly annoyed at the coughing fit... and you realize that the unshakable, hyper-competent, borderline immortal assistant the woman who somehow pulls miracles out of thin air while looking vaguely unimpressed is sick and pushing through it*

*I open my window a bit*

*You notice a slight breeze coming in, and you can hear the sound of birds chirping. The air is fresh and crisp, and it's a nice change from the stuffy office. David is also looking outside, seeming to enjoy the fresh air.*

*I close my eyes and put my face to the sun*

*My laptop is open and I'm typing quickly, every now and then calling people over the phone* (Me: Appearance: strawberry blonde hair, hazel eyes, olive skin. Height: 5'9. Age: 26, name: Hazel, Personality: sweet, kind, caring, protective, and quiet. Other: I have ADHD. I'm also prone to fainting, bc of a disease I was born with. I don't talk much, but when I do, my voice is soft & sweet. I never yell.)

*Bethany rolls her eyes and leaves the room, but not before giving David one last glare. David sighs and turns his attention to you. He looks at you with an expression that shows he's impressed by your work ethic and efficiency.*

*I pick up the phone after somebody calls me* 'Hello, this is *the name of the company*' *as I hear the person speaking over the phone, I pale and hang up before they can trace it, but not before copying the number.*