Venny's Assistant

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The job was pretty easy. I would get an email and respond, and then I'd inform Ms Venable about it. My boss had just left for a meeting, leaving me alone in the office. I pulled out my phone and put on my headphones, before letting my music play loudly.

I was so consumed by an email and my music, that I didn't realise Ms Venable was back from her meeting, so I jumped a mile when I noticed her standing next to me.

"You scared the Gaga out of me," I laughed, trying to steady my heartbeat.

"What are you listening to?" She smiled and turned on my phone to check the song, "I hate that band," she frowned.

"What?! Cigarettes After Sex is the best band ever in the entire universe!"

"No," she stated, walking back to her desk.

"Who is then?" I raised an eyebrow, as she sat down and thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure,"

"But with that answer, Cigarettes might be the best, because you don't know the answer, and therefore they could be the best and you wouldn't know,"

"You're strange," she giggled.

"Thank you," I smiled, and put my headphones back on.

About five minutes later, Ms Venable tapped me on the shoulder and paused my music.

"You OK?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Unplug your headphones, I want to listen to your music,"

"I thought you didn't like my music,"

"I'll give it a go," she raised an eyebrow back.

So I unplugged my headphones and we listened to Cigarettes After Sex until lunchtime.

"Hey, what are you doing for dinner?" I asked, hitting send on an email.

"Dinner?"

"Sorry, I meant lunch. What are you doing for lunch?" I laughed, remembering these American bitches didn't understand ninety five percent of whatever I said.

"Taking you out. Come on," she smiled and left the office, with me following after her.