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22

*Four Years Later*

I gently bite down on the tip of my pen as I skim through the video on my laptop. The audio is low enough for me to not need headphones - not that I'm required to have them. After all, I'm just doing my job.

A pair of eyes shielded by thick-rimmed glasses stare at me from across the conference table, gauging my reaction. I try to ignore his gaze but I can't help how uncomfortable I feel. I just hate being stared at.

Hoping he gets the hint, I look up and give him a small smile before refocusing on the monitor. I lean back in my rolly chair as the video ends with some cheesy montage music in the background.

"So?"

Before I can answer, Medusa herself walks in.

No. No, her name isn't Medusa. Her name is actually Daffodil - you know, like the flower. I wish I could say that it's her real name, but it isn't. It's just the stage name she chose to reflect her "innocent" persona. She once told us she'd wear a knockoff purse before telling us her real name.

We call her Daff for short.

And Medusa behind her back. Why? Because she has that icy stare that could turn anyone to stone.

She's a bitch. She's rude, a workaholic, blunt, and doesn't have a nice bone in her body. 

Of course, not many people see that side to her. Only her dear employees have the privilege to. And everyone else she considers to be beneath her. Yay me.

Oh, there's also the fact that she calls me Elizabeth even though that's not my name.

"Daniel, stop making puppy dog eyes toward Elizabeth and focus!" the witch speaks. Poor Daniel - the spark in his eyes dulls and his cheeks redden from embarrassment. He bows his head down to hide his heating face.

"He was just waiting for me to critique the final edit," I inform her. "And it looks super good!" His head pops back up and he smiles gratefully at me. When Medusa has her back turned, I face Daniel and use my index fingers to imitate devil horns behind my head. He softly chuckles and nods in agreement.

We hate Daffodil but we have to endure her. She's the one who signs our paychecks.

"Oh, speaking of, you two need to come with me tonight," she says distractedly as she straightens up the frames that line on the wall. They're some art pieces she bought from the local farmer's market but we all know they're expensive. Nothing comes cheap in California.

I make a face and glance at Daniel, who looks just as unappealed as me.

"Since when do personal assistants and video editors come out with their bosses for a night out?" I ask the question that's lingering in both of our minds.

She makes an annoyed sound from the back of her throat before spinning on her heel to look at us. Her caramel hair bounces over her shoulder as she dramatically flips it to really emphasize what a stupid question I've asked. "They do when it's for business."

Daffodil is really a beautiful person. It makes sense that she's a very famous beauty guru. Not only does she have a thriving Youtube channel, but she also collaborates with tons of celebrities as their own personal makeup artist. Her success is pretty amazing all things considered. I mean, from Youtube to legitimate celebrities? That's talent.

"Business?" I raise a brow. How the hell are we supposed to conduct business in a club?

She rolls her eyes, showcasing how luscious her eyelashes really are. "Duh. I'm meeting with potential clients tonight. I need you two to come to make sure everything runs smoothly."