Love Assistant / Venable Fanfiction

Chapter 1 - Who's that?

*Venables POV*

“Babe?" the intercom sounds through the room. "Babe?” I sigh, take a deep breath in trying not to lose my temper and press the little red button on my desk.

“Yes?” I simply answer, trying to not convey my negative aura in my tone of voice.

“Babe, come here please. We have to talk to you,” this time It was Mutt's voice rather than Jeff. Mutt is the one bastard of the pair of them, who always calls me babe. I roll my eyes inside my eyelids and my finger hesitantly finds the button once again.

“Coming… ” I say in a cheerful tone while faking a smile for nobody to watch. I get up from my chair and lean on my cane. I can only imagine what they want from me. Maybe they are out of cocaine, or hookers, or both. Honestly it would be hard to know which one they are the most addicted to.

I hold up my security card against the reader and the door to their lab slides open. They don’t even notice the opening of the door. I stand there for a second longer than intended, looking at the men I wasted almost two decades on. I subconsciously shake my head disapproving of what they had become. Jeff just did a line, his nose still white from cocaine. Mutt is absentmindedly watching the screensaver of his monitor, while his dick is brushing some half-naked girl's teeth, who kneels underneath his desk. What am I doing here? I desperately wonder.

I make myself noticeable by starting to walk into the room. The repetitive sound of my heels, always acompanied by this fucking cane's, makes them turn their heads in my direction.

“Ah, babe! There you are,” Mutt rolls his swivel chair around to face me. With this movement his genitals leave the hooker's mouth and are now freely visible to everyone. I avert my gaze in disgust, closing my eyes and trying to cover any further unwanted sights with my semi gloved hand.

“Hey, I was working here,” I hear a female voice. Most likely the girl from under the table…

“Oh,” Mutt seems to finally realize what happened. After I hear the sound of a zipper I dare to re-establish eye contact with him again.

“Why am I here?” I ask annoyedly, with a pretentiously raised eyebrow.

“Ehm, yes… Ehm... “ Mutt stutters, seemingly overwhelmed by his own thoughts.

“We wanted to talk to you,” Jeff finally intervenes, taking Mutt out of his non-verbal misery.

“Well, I believe that was the only thing well established up until now. Would you care to tell me about what?” I get even more upset. Why can’t they just tell me what they want and let me go?

“We need you to get us y/n up here.” Jeff says and Mutt nods while smiling brightly, thankful he was not the one who asked. Urgh, not her again…

"Who?" I deviate trying to obtain more information on this unexpected request, but knowing damn well who they were referring to.

"You know who, Ms Venable… " Jeff responds, trying to remind me of the power difference between the two of us, with his slightly raised voice.

“May I know why?” I ask, retrieving a more submissive tone and attitude but still pressing on the subject.

“That's none of your business,” he acts as if I am just any secretary. Who does this dickhead think he is talking to?

“Well, since you've been mentioning this name in every second sentence for the last couple of months, I dare to wonder what is so special about that woman. What about her could possibly make Mutt incapable of uttering a phrase that a 3 year old could master?” I try to act honestly interested, when I am just slightly fretful.