The Assistant

Stolen Files

I draw out some character designs myself as I sit in my desk early the next morning.

There's a loud knock on my office door, and a very smiley Drake walks in.

His outfits are back to normal, and today he has a green bowtie on.

"I'm glad to see you're back at work," I comment as I take three folders from his hand.

"Of course I am," He props his hand on the side of my desk. "Especially after what a romantic evening we had last night."

My body freezes and I look up at him. "R- Romantic evening? When did we have a romantic evening?"

I question, sitting my pencil down.

"Yesterday when you nursed me back to health!" He grins widely. "You even left me a love note on my table!"

"That wasn't a love note!" I remark, standing up from my chair. "I told you to get your ass back to work!"

"Really? Is that all it said?" He leans in closer to me. "Then do you care if I show the rest of the staff?"

He pulls the familiar note from his pocket, and I instinctively reach for it. His hand jerks it away too fast, so I end up missing it.

"Drake give that back," I order as I walk around from behind my desk to face him.

"But it's mine," He smiles arrogantly down at me.

"I don't know how you're twenty-four when you act like you're thirteen," I complain as I reach for the note again.

He holds it above his head this time, so I jump for it.

I jump about three times until I finally lose my balance and fall on top of him.

"W- Woah!"

"Watch it!"

We both tumble to the ground, Drake underneath me.

There's a familiar sensation on my lips, and my eyes jolt open.

We- Our- We're kissing?!

His eyes jump open as well, and I immediately push myself off of him and stand up, brushing off my outfit.

My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest, and it's suddenly extremely hot in the room.

Drake is still on the ground in shock, and I peek my eyes over at him.

His face is turning a shade of pink as well, so that makes me feel better.

I'm about to comment something to him when someone bursts into my room.

I remember him as the blonde haired boy from Development when his computer crashed.

"Ms. Jett! It's terrible!" He pants out as he leans on his knees to recover himself. It's obvious he just ran here.

"What's the matter?" I ask, asserting the seriousness of the situation.

"Our files have been stolen!" He shouts out and continues to pant.

"What do you mean our files are stolen? Can you explain a little bit more?" I ask, trying to calm the frazzled boy.

"Y- Yes ma'am!" He starts. "At the end of the day, we all put our finished game work on a single flash drive in case the computers were to crash overnight. When we arrived to work this morning, the flash drive was missing! We searched everywhere! All of the employees in Development are astute at their jobs, so it's highly unlikely that we lost it!"