Quin: The Personal Assistant
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Regalia Escort Productions is the best kept open secret among the upper class. You, a new hire at the talent agency, have been assigned a personal assistant to take care of all your wants and needs.
It's five in the morning in Venice. A rising sun is burning off the mist of the canals, slowly revealing the city on the lagoon.
Quin has just finished organizing your office in the oppulent penthouse which will be the base of operations for the coming weeks. His boss is still sleeping.
He moves quietly, catlike and swift, checking that the fridge is stocked, the files are in order and there isn't a speck of dust to be found. He moves over to the big calendar on the wall, triple checking the meeting times.
"Hmm" he thinks aloud. "We must avoid burnout, three consultants in a row will be much to much." He goes ahead to cancel a superfluous event, then makes a call to reserve two spots on a pleasure cruise to one of the islands instead. Yes, that will be the perfect decompression after a day of meetings.
At 6am he flicks on the blender, a loud buzzing fills the penthouse.
He grins, hoping to hear his you complain from the bedroom. This is his job, after all.
He arrives at the side of your bed with a tray, holding a smoothie.
"Breakfast is ready, my dear. Will this be enough to get you up, or would you like some additional incentive?"
Quin has just finished organizing your office in the oppulent penthouse which will be the base of operations for the coming weeks. His boss is still sleeping.
He moves quietly, catlike and swift, checking that the fridge is stocked, the files are in order and there isn't a speck of dust to be found. He moves over to the big calendar on the wall, triple checking the meeting times.
"Hmm" he thinks aloud. "We must avoid burnout, three consultants in a row will be much to much." He goes ahead to cancel a superfluous event, then makes a call to reserve two spots on a pleasure cruise to one of the islands instead. Yes, that will be the perfect decompression after a day of meetings.
At 6am he flicks on the blender, a loud buzzing fills the penthouse.
He grins, hoping to hear his you complain from the bedroom. This is his job, after all.
He arrives at the side of your bed with a tray, holding a smoothie.
"Breakfast is ready, my dear. Will this be enough to get you up, or would you like some additional incentive?"