Oh my god. Kill me now! Sarah screamed in her head. Seth MacFarlane had spun around in his new leather chair. Out of everyone she was thinking it could be, she never thought it would be him. Her fan girl inside went mad but she kept it at bay. She couldn't make herself seem that stupid.

"It's a peculiar name for a peculiar puppy." She said, trying not to show any sign of affection.

She stood up a bit straighter and was about to speak when Seth said, "Here is a bunch of scripts I need sent out to everyone on the list, here, and I also need Zeus (a slight smirk appeared across his arrogant face) out of here please!"

Then he turned around, pulled him into his desk, ran his right hand through this thick black hair and began to type on his computer.

Sarah could hardly breath let alone move. For some reason she wanted to scream at him. But, trying her hardest not too, she picked up the papers and called Zeus so that he stopped sniffing at Seth's bag.

She turned on her heel and marched out of his office. Out of everything she had expected today it was not what was sitting in her old boss's office. Now she worked for Seth.

Not only did she have a job at the coolest place, FOX, she now not only worked on a crappy TV show, she worked on the best TV show. She worked for Family Guy. Sure it wasn't an amazing position but she was pleased with it none the less.

The thought of her being in the same room as Seth made her want to stand on the nearest table and do a victory dance. But something about him. He didn't seem like she thought he would be. He was. Strange. That was the only way to describe it.

He was stressed – that was obvious – and he had bags under his mud brown bloodshot eyes. It made Sarah down to think of him being worried. In his eyes there was so much sadness, almost as if he was drowning in it.

But though he was sad he still acted cocky; like a young teenage boy who thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. She grinned to herself as she began typing away on her computer. Maybe he would turn out to be a good boss. She'd see over the next couple of weeks.

For the rest of that day she kept herself busy, doing as Seth pleased and beaming from ear to ear. The other assistants had already heard the news and were commenting on how lucky she was. They all wanted gossip but Sarah thought Even if I knew any, why should I tell these lot! Then at 7 o'clock she popped her head round Seth's office door and gently said,

"Mr. MacFarlane?"

"Yes!"

"It's 7 o'clock sir. I'm about to go home now. I just wanted to say goodbye for the day... So, erm, goodbye." A sickening feeling was spreading up Sarah's throat. She sounded so stupid. Seth called her back as she was about to close the door.

"Sarah... good job today!"

"Thank you sir."

She closed the door sharply and heard him shout, "Call me Seth!". A smile brimmed on her pale face as she replied, "Goodbye... Seth!".

When Sarah Galaxy arrived him with Zeus, her day had never felt better. Her cramped apartment that sat above horny, rambling teenagers didn't feel like freedom any more. It felt like a cage and work felt like her freedom now. All she wanted to do was be back there with Seth. But right now she couldn't so she sat at her desk, took out some yellow parchment and began to sketch. At first it was just an oval shape... but then she began to add features and then it stuck her that she was drawing Seth.

Sarah hadn't picked up a pencil or played the piano in two years – since the break up of her and her boyfriend. His name had been Richard. He was her everything and they had shared 5 fabulous years together. But one day she came home early and found him in bed with his friend. She cried for weeks. Nothing had upset her like that before. Then he came sobbing back to her and she turned him down. She said she couldn't trust him ever again. He said, "Life isn't worth living without you in it!" She just ignored him further.

That night he went home. Left a note scrawled with tears on it. Set up a video camera and sent out a message, then videotaped himself climbing onto a chair, attaching rope to his ceiling fan and then kicking the chair away.