Note: The actresses in this are basically themselves if they weren't actresses.
Jena was a quiet, mousy girl who worked at a big company, as a corporate assistant. Her boss, Ms. Mirren, was the CEO. She was a much older British woman, who was definitely not one to be fucked with, which she'd seen a few younger execs make the mistake of doing, but at the same time treated Jena more like a friend than an assistant. Truth be told, Jena had a great amount of admiration for her boss, but sometimes, it felt like something...more.
"Ms. Malone, can you come in here, please?" Jena went into Ms. Mirren's office.
"Yes, Ms. Mirren?"
"Jena, how would you like to go to the big convention in London next week, as my guest?"
"Really? I-uh, sure, but why me?"
"Oh, come on, Jena. You know I'm useless without you." Ms. Mirren winked at Jena, as she often did. As usual, Jena had to stifle a giggle.
A week later, Jena was in London; she'd never even been out of state before. She'd also never been in any place as lavish as the hotel suite she was sharing with Ms. Mirren.
"God," she said, once they'd been in the room for a few minutes, "this place is amazing! I feel like I wanna do something crazy."
"Like what?" Ms. Mirren asked, in an intrigued tone.
"Like, Idunno, order a bathtub full of champagne?"
"That's actually not as much fun as it sounds," Ms. Mirren said, then in a lower tone, "Found that out the hard way. Well, we can certainly get a bottle up here. And how about lunch? Your choice."
"Um, okay. Isn't this place supposed to have great Indian food?"
"Oh, excellent. Yes, Indian does sound good."
"From outside, right? Just, you know, I heard most food-poisoning cases abroad happen with hotel food."
Ms. Mirren laughed, "You're going to make a great executive someday, you know that?"
Jena again stifled a giggle. "Thanks, Ms. Mirren."