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This series will include possible polyamory, light to mild BDSM (not too descriptive), light emphasises on psychological problems. If these are things you do not wish to read then I understand but hope you will still as most only make appearances later on, I also am not trying to make light of any problems some may experience in real life with these things but if you feel like I do, then I apologise. Also if there are any readers that find an error in the way I represent these types of things feel free to let me know so that I can fix any mistakes, it is possible for there to be as I have never personally experienced most of these things and am writing from research that I had done. The updates for this will be random as I want to ensure they are there best possible versions before releasing them.

She looked down at the file in front of her. The rising moon slightly illuminating the already lit office through the balcony doors. She flicked her eyes up and saw the young (she dare not admit it but attractive) blonde in front of her, fidgeting and looking immensely nervous that Cat was sure she would bolt any second. She continued to scan the file for another few minutes, setting it down finally to take a sip of her umpteenth scotch of the evening. She had drunk more than usual but deemed it necessary as she had to stay at work, instead of being at home with her son, to interview for a new assistant, so far the other twenty nine applicants were incredibly pathetic. The last assistant she had, had left in a puddle of tears and now she was forced to troll the seemingly increasing incompetent pool of millennials looking for an easy job. She set down her glass and studied the blonde openly at a painfully slow pace, who girl in question noticed and fidgeted more, the blonde by all appearances was meek and not much more. Her file on the other hand showed a very different story, if only on paper. She sighed at her curiosity and new she would take this one if only to discover more about her in time. Not that the younger blonde would get any leeway, no one got leeway with her.

"Miss Denvers, why should I hire you as my PA when it seems you're so overqualified that it would put most people to shame." It was true, most of the resume in front of her contained the various degrees the young blonde had obtained throughout her life. To say shocking would be an understatement, the girl in front of her held PhD's in almost every course taught by the most prestigious universities of the world and even a few Cat hadn't heard of.

"I-I-I am a hard worker and I-" Kara stuttered out, she knew she should have left out a few more of her achievements, it was probably the fact that she spoke most languages that made her seem overqualified. She didn't mean to obtain so many degrees and achievements but her heritage allowed her to understand the most complex problems as if it were an elementary problem and her powers made for getting the work done a lot faster than most.

"Yes, yes. The normal drabble. Let me rephrase. Why do you want to work here when you could quite literally excel at any work opportunity that currently exists?"

"I want to be happy and I think this job will allow me to achieve that." She knew in her heart she would be happy here no matter what, that faith had given her a little confidence now. Most people that knew of her achievements had laughed when she told them what she planned to do, thinking she was joking. Then the looks had come, first they would look at her as if she had two heads, then they would look at her with jealousy and envy. She knew that were she excelled easily, others struggled to survive. She didn't mean to be so smart, it was just where she was from this information would be taught to children. Her sister and mother were the only two who knew the truth so at least they didn't treat her as if she was insane, in fact they had suggested this so that she wouldn't risk exposure.

"Fine then, you start tomorrow morning. Now let's go over what I expect of you daily, weekly, monthly and yearly." Cat would unravel the mystery in front of her. No matter how long it took. No matter what she had to do to find out. How the girl had managed what was in file Cat would never have believed if she hadn't vetted the thirty or so other candidates along with the girl before interviewing them all today. It was impossible to say the least and she needed to know. She would know.

"Kiera!" Cat called from her desk to her second assistant sitting outside her office at her own desk, working on one of the numerous impossible task she had been given. The media mogul had been passive-aggressively punishing the blonde since she had broken up with her son Adam and sent him running away. She had even hired a new assistant just to inflict some more pain but also out of necessity, not for work even if the almost criminal level of work hardly seem to faze the blonde assistant but that her other attempts were falling short. The blonde finished each task given to her with time to spare even though she knew that her boss would just say it was useless and never use it. Kara even had the audacity to do it all with a smile, though tight it was still a smile.

"Yes, Miss Grant?" She had almost ran to Cat, anything to get in the older blondes good graces again. This professional relationship was wearing her down and the tasks and Siobhan were only accelerating her towards a break down. She could feel it coming closer and if she didn't remedy the situation quickly she would snap. Like a twig.

"Tell assistant number one that she is doing a good job for me." Cat knew that this was petty but she was livid and wanted to punish the blonde millennial girl even more. Never in her live, not even when she had found out her now ex-husband was cheating on her, had she felt so betrayed by the actions of a person as she had when Adam left because of Kara. Left because Kara had said there was no future between him and her.

"Yes, Miss Grant." Kara said with a tight smile. She knew her smiles were never genuine anymore, that they were always tight, but that just seemed to be a side-effect of this whole ordeal that had been going on for almost months now. She never had a reason to give her 'sun smiles' as Winn put it, not that she previously needed a reason but now she did. Kara walked out with an impassive face determined not to cry until tonight at her apartment, lest she disappoint Cat even more. "Siobhan, Miss Grant wants me to inform you that you are doing a good job." She said as she stood in front of the brunette assistant's desk. Looking down she was met with a smirk from black painted lips. She could feel the smugness rolling of Siobhan as the young blonde turned.

She sighed internally and sat back at her desk. She opened her bottom left drawer and looked at the neatly organised if somewhat compressed manila file folders there in. They were all job offers from this week, all of them offering her a grander job then she already had or others could hope to get, she would have to throw them away like all the others as it was becoming impossible to keep the drawer closed. She had always received them, ever since her third PhD, and had initially decided to collect them as a way to show she got a few every year but after her fourth month working for Cat Grant they would come in, weekly, by the hundreds. She never showed Cat or talked about it knowing it would only land her in trouble, she would be scolded for 'looking for another job'. One from Wayne Corporations even offered her the opportunity to head up new offices in any location of her choosing and the more she ignored them the grander offers they became. She closed the drawer softly, knowing to not be too emotional otherwise she would lose control and that would never end well. She went back to planning a Gala for children hospital fundraiser Cat had ordered her to assemble in a theoretical sense before tomorrow and she would plan the best Gala ever, even if she knew Cat would never look at it. She let herself ignore the familiar feeling of disconnecting, Alex would understand. When she finally looked up after hours of research, phone calls and typing, everyone was gone and the only light was from the moon behind her and Winn's computer. He must have stayed later to make sure she would be emotionally okay after the long day.

"Thanks Winn." She said, something akin to depression lacing her words, as she cleared her desk and organised it. Preparing to leave for the night.

"No problem Kara, just hang in there okay. It has to get better at some point." Winn tried to be as sincere as possible but even he couldn't believe his own words, the worry for his friend and once upon a time crush building each day. Cat Grant had always been mercurial with people but with Kara she had often taken it to extremes. Maybe it was their weird relationship, they had never been too professional but they were never unprofessional, Cat had taken an unusual interest in the blonde at the start but slowly it had disappeared and most thought it was just some infatuation. Sometimes he wondered if there was something between them, the tension at the very least suggested something sexual but Kara denied it vehemently. She claimed that Cat was simply her mentor and how unprofessional and ethically wrong it would be to be with Cat like that while she was an employee.

"Yeah." She sighed as they entered the staff elevator. If she was honest she was near the end of her rope and the feeling that she was drowning only got stronger each day Cat treated her like this. She knew that her sexuality would be a problem in her life one day but she never expected it to be a problem at work. If she had known that Cat would set her up with Adam she would have explained sooner that she preferred women, well she would try through blushing and nervous stuttering.

She thanked Winn as soon as he dropped her off at her apartment and walked the four flights of stairs with her head hanging low. One hundred and sixty-one steps in total. She saw her door and heavenly pictures of her bed flitted into her brain but her stomach had different ideas, which it emphasised with a growl loud enough to wake the next countries dead from their graves. She closed her door and moved faster than she normally allowed herself to the fridge. The disappointment on her face when she could only find a bottle of peanut butter was evident from the headache that was starting. At least she had peanut butter. She hadn't had time to go grocery shopping for all the necessary things she needed, Cat had given her so much every day that she would only get home at nine each night. Just like tonight. In fact she hadn't been able to do anything really except work these last few weeks. She even had to cancel game night and sister night a few times, thankfully they understood and at least tried to be supportive but they could only do so much, seeing as most worked for Cat themselves and Alex would most likely be arrested for whatever she did.

The next morning as she looked through her outfits, the only clean thing she could find was a black sleeveless dress that she had bought a while ago. She had never worn it as it was worth three months' rent, not that money really mattered, and made her stand out too much. She would have to wear it as Cat would fire her straight away if she wore anything dirty. With a sigh she dressed and did her hair to match the style of the dress before finishing her morning routine.

Walking into the bullpen she felt all eyes on her, even Cat who had gotten here early was admiring her form. She felt uncomfortable as she was sure almost everyone was either looking at her like she insane or a piece of meat. She knew that by standards she was 'drop dead gorgeous' as some had told her, what with her height and well but not over defined muscles. She never really considered it an achievement as it came naturally, she did nothing to become this way. She sat at her desk, making sure to smooth the dress as she sat, and was immediately met with Siobhan mocking her.

"Well, look who got some fashion sense. At which charity shop did you buy that!?" The brunette laughed at her own mocking joke not noticing Kara eyes harden for a second as she was shoved a little closer to the edge of her own rope. She breathed silently but deeply a few times until she felt calm again. She saw James walk up to her with a concerned expression as she stood behind her own desk looking for the Gala file that the printing department should have left for her, they always delivered her things since she was always nice to them. At least they hadn't turned on her, so she considered it a win.

"Kara? Are you feeling alright?" He was a little nervous, both from Kara being an emotional wreck these days and the target that anyone had placed on their backs by Cat if they tried to treat Kara with anything that doesn't resemble the way a person treats trash. Normally he would prefer to stay away during work hours but the dress was a new development so he was scared she may finally have snapped.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just haven't had time to wash clothes and this was all that was clean." She confirmed for him. She knew the day would be horrible with this outfit but what could she do. He nodded and left, eager to not get on Cat Grant's bad side, like her. She found the file and went to hand it to Cat.

"Exit, then knock before coming in." Cat said as her second assistant walked in with a rather large and heavy looking file. More petty punishing but at least she felt the tiniest shred of relief.

Kara did as she was bid, exiting and knocking. She waited from permission, which was barely given with a hand signal, and walked to Cat's glass table setting down the file. At her employers questioning glance she tried to explain what it was but was beat to the punch. Another one of Cat's games, a way to show who was in charge.

"Ah, the Gala file. I have been waiting forever for this. You may leave." Cat said and watched Kara leave her office, her eyes trained in a very unprofessional place. She may be mad at the girl but she still craved things, delicious things. She looked at the file, picked it up and with a very audible thumping noise let it fall into her waste basket. She watched her blonde protégée for any sign of emotion but only saw that same tight smile a little tighter now. Maybe Kara's lips would tear apart from all the tension there she briefly wondered.

When the day reached one on the clock, Cat called in Siobhan and told her to fetch Carter from school and buy him a hot chocolate along with Cat's regular latté. She left in no uncertain terms for her assistant to inform Carter he was to ignore Kara at all costs. Carter would be perplexed and slightly worried but she knew her precious son would obey. She also informed the woman to call the nanny and tell her to be here by the time they were back. If only she knew this was her final mistake, a push to far she may never have done it but even she doubted that. Once she made a decision she never changed it.

It had all happened like a beautiful train crash in slow motion, she found herself wishing someone had actually filmed it because it all felt so surreal. Really, in the greatest media outlet in the country no one even bothered to capture it with their phone, she would have to scold them. She could see the metaphorical train depart, meet the impact sight and then explode and implode simultaneously in wonderfully bright colours that quieted and enlivened the surrounding environment. Carter and assistant number one had entered through her private elevator, which was the only time an employee was allowed to use it, when they were with Carter. Carter had seem desperate to hug Kara and speak with her about whatever his latest obsession was, she was usually the only one that could mentally keep up with him. Something Cat herself couldn't do sometimes and that made her profoundly jealous and angry. Angry that Kara was wasting her life. She saw Kara rise to greet him, seeming genuinely happy for the first time in weeks as she beamed down at him like he was her saving grace. He at least followed his instructions only shooting her an apologetic glance which she had returned with a broken smile and an unidentifiable emotion in her eyes as she crashed to her chair, the thing lurching dangerously as it almost tipped but seemed to go unnoticed by its occupier. It almost seemed like she wanted to sob. Mother and son had spoken for a few moments until the nanny whisked him off, that pang Cat felt in her heart always appearing when he left. She saw him pull out his phone and send a text before getting on her elevator with a final wave at her and Kara who was staring at him. An instant later Kara's phone went off and the blonde looked at whatever had set it off before the phone dropped to the carpeted floor. Kara turned her head rigidly to her boss, almost robotically, and the older blonde recognised the emotion. Rage, pure rage. She had never even seen number two angry so no wonder she didn't see it for what it was at first. Kara had stood up from her desk not even noticing that the rest of the floor was silent and looking at her. They had all felt the waves of rage rolling of her and had looked as it happened, they were expecting it for weeks now. Maybe one of them would have tried to stop her if they weren't all frozen from dozens of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The blonde millennial rigidly walked into Cat's office and stood there with what could only be described as a death glare, pure hate and rage in her very being, seeping into her eyes and posture. She was merely inches away from Cat's desk almost seeming to want to be closer but refusing to move any more in fear of something.

"I'M SORRY! OKAY!? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!? BECAUSE I HAVE GIVEN IT TO YOU ALMOST EVERY DAY SINCE ADAM! NEVER IN MY TWO YEARS OR THESE LAST FEW WEEKS HAVE I COMPLAINED ABOUT HOW YOU TREAT ME! NEVER! EVERY DAY YOU WALK OVER ME LIKE GARBAGE ON THE STREET AND I TAKE IT BECAUSE OF SOME NAÏVE SENSE OF DUTY AND RESPECT! WELL, I'M DONE! I AM DONE TAKING YOUR SHIT CAT! HAVE SIOBHAN, SEE HOW WELL THAT WORKS OUT WHEN I'M GONE. SHE WON'T LAST TWO MINUTES WITH MY WORKLOAD. WATCH HOW CATCO CRUMBLES AS YOU REALISE JUST HOW LAZY THE PEOPLE THAT WORK FOR YOU ARE WHEN I'M NOT HERE TO DO THERE WORK FOR THEM ALL! I QUIT! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR LIFE ALONE, NO ONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU WHEN YOU TREAT THEM THE WAY YOU DO! BUT HEY! AT LEAST YOU WIN AGAIN! SO WELL DONE! WELL DONE CAT! ANOTHER MARK ON THE SCORE SHEET THAT IS YOUR FUCKING LIFE! I CAN'T BELIEVE I EVER FELT SOMETHING FOR YOU!" Kara took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down before she hurt anyone, and spoke again. "I'm done Cat. Goodbye. You will live to regret this." With that she walked to her old desk and took the few meagre things that belonged to her that she kept at work. Acutely aware now that everyone had their eyes trained on her as she took Cat Grant's personal elevator to the lobby, this at least felt like some sort of revenge. She felt that the people in the bullpen would have given her applause if they hadn't been so shocked by her or scared of Cat. She dialed her first contact on her phone and waited till her sister answered.

"Alex. You know that money I asked you to invest for me. I'm going to need it now." She skipped all pleasantries and knew that it wouldn't be seen as insensitive or rude, not by her sister. Not when the pain and anger in her voice was so clear to anyone listening.

"Okay. How much?" Alex could hear the anger and resentment in Kara's tone but thought better to ask in person about it. She would leave the DEO early today and go help her sister with whatever had happened. Kara was almost never angry and when she was it was always something major that set her off.

"All of it."

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