"And what is name again?"

"Burns, Heath Burns. I'm surprised you haven't heard of me."

Abbey Bominable looked up from her clipboard towards the weird guy across from her. She was having people from her spy agency audition to be her assistant.

"Are trying to flirt with me?"

"No, I just thought you would know me if knew you."

"Whatever. Can you report at any time that call?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm...can you take out person with one punch?"

"Why do I need to punch when I can burn?"

"Fine...can take out person in one...burn?"

"Easily."

"Can you stay focused?"

"If I try."

"Fine. You have the job."

"Thanks. Since you asked me so many questions, I think it should be fair that-"

"Yes, before ask, I am busy Friday night. And always."

"Okay...how about when it's not always?"

"Just...whatever, okay? Will go on date with you if just shut up. Now, please, leave so can focus on own work. You work in office down the hallway. Got it?"

"Yeah, thanks. See you later."

"Oh! Wait!"

"Yeah?"

"Um, what was name again?"

Smiling, the redhead took one of her hands into his own, raising it up.

"Burns, Heath Burns. Hope you remember it this time."

He kissed her hand, then briskly walked out if the room. Abbey rolled her eyes, fixing the strap on her dress, then got back to her papers.

Her old assistant died last week. So, Abbey had chosen someone she knew she wouldn't grow close to. And he was the least serious person she had interviewed.

She giggled at the thought of him thinking that he had impressed her. She wasn't even in to getting married, or even being in a relationship. Why would she care what would happen to him?

The door to her office swung open, and Heath poked his head in. "Hey, um, Abbey?" "You call me Bominable during the work hours. Now, what is question?"

"Can I throw the old assistant's papers away?"

"Yes. Trash can is over there."

"Hahaha...thanks."

"Do not mention. And, before throw away, please shred the papers. In here. May need to keep some papers."

"Yes ma'am."

Looking back at her desk, Abbey shuffled a couple of papers.

"Did you bring form in?"

"Uh...yeah, right here."

Heath walked up to her desk and handed her a folded piece of paper. Quickly, Abbey took the paper and unfolded it, a small little scrap of paper falling out.

"Hehehe...yeah, that's my number...in case you need it...or possibly want it."

"Actually, job requires to have phone number. So that was sort of smart. Sort of."

"So you're saying you want my number?"

"No, not really."

"Okay, we'll see that opinion change soon."

"No, thank you, I am DEFINITELY fine."

"Whatever you say, but if you ever change your mind, it's right here."

"Like I am going to ever need number outside of work."

"I'll find a reason for you."

"Just go shred the papers. Now."

With a curt nod, Heath walked back to the other side of the room, mumbling something about her 'playing hard-to-get.' Smiling at the sound of the shredder, Abbey logged on to her computer. Her new assistant would only last a week. Then again, her old assistant only lasted a couple of days.

Would he only last an hour?

Oh well. At least he wouldn't survive by Friday. A wave of guilt went over Abbey, and she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Um...Burns? Is that your name?"

Heath shredded the last paper then shut off the shredder.

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"If...if you want, can go on...date...after work. If you want."

"Sure! Did I finally break down your barrier?"

"No. Just feel...guilty."

"About what?"

"Nothing. Have said too much."

"C'mon, you can tell me. It's not like anyone else is here."

The door to her office opened, and Abbey cracked a smile.

"You spoke too soon. What are you needing, Blue?"

Lagoona shyly smiled, blushing with embarrassment. She leaned over and whispered the answer in Abbey's ear.

"Oh! Follow me, have this for you. Burns, you stay here and watch office, got it?"

"Got it, Ms Bominable."

"It is just Bominable. Remember that now."

Abbey and Lagoona swiftly left the room, and Heath eyed Abbey's laptop.

"Oh, c'mon, it's not like she has anything important on there."

After taking a glance at the door, Heath slipped into the desk chair and looked at the screen. It read:

NOTES 3/6/17

New assistant has come. He will not even last an hour in this business. Spy or not, this is not your typical job. I just agreed to go on date with him because always feel guilty. It is most likely that we will be attacked in the middle of it...this is why I have never dated nor married. As a spy, there is no time for distractions. But maybe he is one. My mistake. Discipline is what he will gain if he happens to survive. But he has no use here otherwise. If only he knew...what was his name again?

"Well, now I know."

Heath slid out of the chair and picked up one of the many papers by the shredder. It was a diary passage. Most likely from the last assistant. He placed it in the shredder, not so pleased with the sound.

He had jammed it.

Apon lifting the top off the shredder, Heath saw an old ID card. It had almost gone through. Heath pulled it out and squinted.

Why did he forget to put on his contacts this morning? He refused to wear his glasses.

The ID card was Abbey's. It showed an old picture of her; she looked about 16. Heath had joined at 15. That was 3 years ago. He still remembered hitting on ghouls in 9th grade. Fun times. But he hasn't seen someone who he actually liked until Abbey. Heath slid the card into his pocket as the door opened.

"I am back. Did not burn place down? Good work on first mission."

"Thanks? Hey, before I have to go soon, I was wondering...do you just wanna hang out here? I mean, you said that you would go on a date with me tonight, didn't you?"

"It is your choice. And...do not call it a date, call it a private meeting. All we are doing is getting to know each other."

"Cool. Oh, and also, is it alright if I bring a couple of things into your office?" "Burns, are allowed to bring anything appropriate into office. If you are needing to ask if is fine, than is most likely not. Let me get back to work now."

Heath nodded his head solemly, trying not to look up at her. She had an essence to her that seemed familiar. Heath was determined to know more about this cold-hearted ghoul who made him call her 'Bominable.'