The Assistant

Ms. CEO

6 Months Later

Its still bustling around inside the office as we all run around. The release of our game was a success, selling over a million of copies worldwide.

"I think that design looks great," I smile at Grover who puts the finishing touches on a zombie-cat for our next game.

"That good, oh, Hana," He gets a sheet of paper. "Do you care to make a copy of this? It's our lunch menu for the cafeteria downstairs."

"Sure," I take the paper. "How many copies do we need?"

"I'd say about twenty," He says as he goes back to sketching.

I notice that both Andrew and Fei are missing from work today.

Where did they run off to?

I walk to the copy room to see Drake's  back as he stands over the machine.

I walk up next to him. "Excuse me, Mr. Bardot," I take my hip and bump into him, knocking him to the side. "I need to make copies."

"Pardon me," I feel his hand as he slaps my butt. "Miss Jett."

I glare up at him. "How long are you going to be doing that?" I question.

"Probably for a while," He smiles down at me.

I put the papers in the machine and I reach up to adjust his bowtie. After I'm done, I place a kiss on his cheek.

We exit the room at the same time, holding hands.

"Wow, look at that," Grover starts a conversation with Addie. "We're the only single ones. Should we just date then?"

She snaps her head over in his direction, throwing a pen at him. He barely dodges it.

"Don't get your hopes up!" She snaps at him, but anyone could see the pink tint her face is changing into.

"Guys! We're back!" Andrew and Fei both walk into the office, Fei clutching a piece of paper in her hand.

"We have some news," Both Andrew's and Fei's faces are sad, and for a second I thought that they might say that they're quitting.

"I'm pregnant!" Fei suddenly shouts, a bright grin coming onto her face.

She turns the paper around in her hand to reveal a picture of an ultrasound. All of the female workers gather around her, all congratulating her and rubbing her stomach.

"We don't know the gender yet," She smiles at us. "But we will soon!"

"How far along are you?" I ask, looking at the photo.

"Sixteen Weeks," She smiles fondly at me.

"Sixteen weeks?!" I gasp. "I can't even tell!"

Her stomach was still flat and defined, something that I can never relate to.

We all stand around in the office, chatting away.