Speak Of The Devil

Moon was leaving for the day when she heard Ford's voice from behind, "And where do you think you're going?" he asked in a deep tone.

Moon turned from the direction of the elevators to see him strolling out of his office looking at the screen of his phone.

"It's six, it's time to go back home." Moon replied as a matter of factly.

"Not for you." he stated in just the exact tone.

"Excuse me? I go home every day at this time. This is the official time for all the employees to get off work." Moon argued back at his claim that it was not time for her to leave.

"Yes, but you are not so ordinary anymore are you? You are my PA now. Which means private assistant by the way, in case that wasn't a part of your curriculum either." Ford taunted making Moon want to decapitate his smug little head.