"Non, non, non." Céline whispered as she looked through thirty different photos of her newest line of clothing on the models to represent her company as a cover for Fashion Weekly magazine.

Perhaps she needed a break. It had been over twenty minutes with no progress since she loved all of them and simply couldn't decide which to use.

With a little dramatic flair and a great heaving sigh, Céline took a seat at her desk, leaning back heavily and turning her seat just a little to look out the dark-tinted window. The evening traffic below created a soft blur of red and white lights against the fading daylight.

Her thoughts, once clouded with numerous possibilities of clothes, materials and methods of styling started to fade into the back of her mind as she focused on what her new assistant would be like.

Her old Personal Assistant, Stella, was an absolute gem but had retired due to wishing to spend as much of her mortal life with her great-grandkids.

Normally, she wouldn't pick a human for a position like this since it is quite hard to find someone who can keep up with her busy schedule. Not that she doesn't like them, it's just... it's hard to find someone competent and finally have a routine with them, only for it to end abruptly.

Stella was the first human who had willingly stayed with her for more than a few years, and for that, she would forever be grateful. Truth be told, she wasn't sure exactly how long Stella stayed by her side since time was completely different for her.

When she put out the notice for a new Personal Assistant, hundreds applied and went through all the stages of the interviewing process, only for one to be picked.

Céline trusted her staff to pick someone who is capable and shows great promise within the industry as well as whose personality wouldn't clash with hers.

She didn't care for race, ethnicity or age, just that it was a female who understood their job and the environment they were in.

Her thoughts were cut short as someone knocked on her door. Turning back in her chair, she calls out, "Entre," while leaning forward in her chair, eyes immediately looking down at the numerous photos once again before she forcefully looked away to the person who had entered her office.

'Oh... she is cute.' Céline mused as she took in the woman's appearance. Fuck. Scratch cute, she was gorgeous.

"You're a new face," Céline states, not meaning to sound rude if it came across as such, merely pointing out the obvious as she smiles. "Am I correct in assuming you are my new assistant, Oui?"