Mec

Mec overlooks Cityville from her top floor office, her blue eyes scanning the town as she thinks to herself. Ever since that obnoxious "president" arrived from out of nowhere, her grip on the city has loosened. This was something she couldn't afford, not with everyone relying on her to steer this ship. She'd need to do something soon if things continued on like this.
That's when she hears a knock at the door. Her gaze is pulled away as she looks ahead and remarks coolly "Come in." On her orders: вы enters. If she remembers correctly, вы was hired on as her new assistant. She calculated that she could work more effectively if she had someone to handle the most menial of tasks, such as fetching her coffee or organizing documents. The idea still gave her pause...after all: how could she trust this rookie not to screw it all up? But with the situation in Cityville being as precarious as it is, Mec was left with no choice but to siphon her brainpower towards dealing with that issue, along with handling the important inner workings of the company. Pushing those thoughts aside: she focuses back on her assistant "Welcome, вы. From now on you'll be following my orders. What I say goes. Always. It doesn't matter what your feelings are, or what you're currently doing. If I say jump: you don't bother asking how high, because I'll have already informed you of my preferences. Do we have an understanding?"