Emma Swan had been working at the Mills Institute for little over two weeks now as Regina Mills' new assistant, she was surprised she had even gotten the job in the first place but was thankful for the opportunity. Her new boss was distant and even a little cold, she would snap and it was clear to Emma where the stories and reputation came from. Everyone at work feared her, but it got results.

She smoothed her skirt nervously and looked up as the elevator doors pinged open, "Good morning Miss Mills." She smiled politely and handed the older brunette a takeout coffee cup.

When the blonde had first come in for the interview, Regina had been reluctant to hire but she was feeling gracious that day so gave her a chance. So far, she had mixed up papers and brought her the wrong coffee… twice. Regina wondered why she kept her around this long.

Stepping of the elevator she carried on walking barely even acknowledging Emma was there as she walked to her large office, "I do hope you managed to get it right this time Miss Swan." She sighed heavily as she took a sip from her coffee, her lips turning into a slight smirk as she tastes it is in fact right this time.

"Yes, ma'am I remembered" the younger women blushed ever so softly as she quickly followed her boss down the hall.

Regina placed a large stack of paper in Emma's hands as she sat at the large oak desk facing a wall of windows, "And pick up the paper work from level seven" she waved her away. God did she find Emma irritating, her big green eyes always looked lost.

Emma took the papers and nodded softly before pointing to a bright pink post it stuck to Regina's computer screen, "Your sister called, she said it's not important but that she will try again later"

The brunette looked over her glasses as she bit the bottom of her pen, "Why are you still standing there?" she asked in a low tone, her eyebrow raised in question, of course it was rhetorical. "You are dismissed." She snapped suddenly, taking the post it and ripping it in two before throwing it away and sighing impatiently, at the least the blonde had neat hand writing.

Emma held the stack of files to her chest and smiled sweetly till her boss snapped at her, "Right sorry" she dumped the files on her own desk before heading downstairs to the 7th floor before returning and starting her work for the day.

By the time Emma had come back Regina was almost done with her own paper work, she looked up at her assistant typing away and impatiently tapped her fingers, "I need those papers Swan" she purred and raised a perfect eyebrow as she watched her assistant sort them, she always seemed a little nervous. "whilst you are busy looking like a deer caught in headlights ill call my sister." She sighed again to signal her impatience.

"I'm sorry" Emma mumbled softly and sped up, "I am almost… okay now I'm done" she stood quickly and placed them on her boss's desk before quickly returning.

Regina couldn't help but chuckle softly as the young women squirmed under her watch, her mood changing just slightly when her sister answers the phone at the other end. "Zelena, you know not to call me at work."

"Well hello to you too." Regina could basically hear the eye roll in her sister's British accent.

Opening her mouth to reply Regina stopped herself with a heavy, annoyed sigh. "Miss Swan." She motioned her with her pointer finger to approach the desk not breaking eye contact. The nervous women snapped her head up and bit her lip softly as she approached fiddling with her fingers slightly.

Regina watched her for a minute, she knew she made Emma nervous and knew that was about to get worse. "What did you need Zelena?" she asked her sister but kept contact with Emma.

"I will be visiting next week and I know how much you miss me." came the reply.

Regina hummed, "Why are Andrews files next to Marks?" she snapped at Emma. She had told her time and time again to make sure that the files remained in alphabetical order, how hard was it? God why didn't she just sack the girl. "One more slips up Swan and you'll be out on the curb. I will assure that you cannot get another job in any high-class corporation. Is that clear?" she kept her voice normal but her lips turning into a smirk.

Emma's face turned into a soft frown as took back the files and started to rearrange them, "What… I thought I had double checked." She sighed softly to herself… I'm sorry Miss Mills."

The brunette let out a sigh of annoyance and waved her assistant away. "Well I guess you didn't Ms. Swan" she raised her eyebrows before taking her eyes of Emma's lost green ones. "Zelena, of course I miss you… it's mother I don't miss. Please tell me she's staying at her mansion and not with me" she turned her computer on.

"Of course, she is." Zelena stated like it was obvious.

Regina's lip's purse as her sister confirmed their mother's arrival. She banged the desk with her fist causing the younger blonde to jump a little "I'll do it myself" she growled at the women and grabbed the papers from her. At this moment, she was completely livid and if looks could kill the blonde would be dead. "Good bye Zelena" she growled and slammed the phone down as she sorted the papers herself, Regina smoothed her dress down and sat crossing her legs. She was more angry at her mother's visit then she was at Emma but she was there and had to learn to deal with it.

"I'm sorry." Emma jumped and mumbled softly when her boss snapped at her, she chewed her bottom lip between her teeth awkwardly trying to help anyway. She groaned softly to herself, annoyed at how she kept messing up.

"Ms. Swan! Go and sit down before I fire you." The older women huffed looking up at the nervous blonde. Emma was slightly taller than Regina, if with her ridiculous heels on, but no one intimidated Regina Mills. She noticed how close the attractive blonde was standing to her and it made her just a little uncomfortable. She snapped her fingers in Emma's face and pointed to her desk.

The young blonde pouted like a scolded child. "Yes, Miss Mills" she mumbled as headed back to her desk and tried to distract herself with her emails.

Regina took a deep breath as her hand rested on the stack of files, her perfectly manicured nails digging in to them softly. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself down.