Melissa is so good at her job. She's doing so good. Such a good little workaholic. Such a good, diligent doll. And when she hears it from Velvette in such condescending tone, knowing she means it, but cannot pass the occasion to mock her for the absurd number of office duties she takes upon herself. That's when she feels her stomach coil, the familiar heat following, spreading across her abdomen, the tingling sensation appearing south. And Velvette knows. She always knows. Ever since she tested the love potion on her, at the start of her assistant's career, she recognises it. "You're pathetic, really. Showing up here to prove me wrong for calling you useless, dragging me behind my back, fuck, even saying shit to my face..." A chuckle. "Family issues fucked you up big time, birdie. You need me. You crave authority. The praise that might come with it, if you act just right. Should try it out next time you're pointing a knife at me, wouldn't you say, Mel?". She didn't respond. Melissa stared at Velvette bravely, meeting her gaze eye to eye, and there was a flicker of contempt there. Velvette smiled. "You play the good guy so well. Until we're alone, right, baby?". She headed towards the exit, laughing. Leaving her assistant in the corridor, with the echo of the cruel giggle. Pointed right at her. At least Melissa had the guarantee that she won't post about it. They were tangled way too intricate to bring the audience into it. Velvette played the bad guy so well. Until they were alone.
