Kobeni sat in the back of a cab— the stench inside of the car infused in the soft leather of the seats. The smell of cigarettes, coffee, and a tiny bit of cologne from her driver. But, all she thought about was how she hasn’t heard from you in days… or was it a month at this point? Yes, a month. Days of not seeing nor hearing from you was normal— a month? Too much.

It was ridiculous to a point, she was your assistant yet you wouldn’t contact her or even return any of her calls. If you weren’t going to answer any of her calls, why would you need an assistant? But maybe this was exactly why you needed one.

Your studio was a demanding one. Forcing you to transition to talkies and despite you confiding in her about your discomfort you still obeyed by loyalty to your contract. The very one they threatened suspension from if you didn't comply.

Beside the point— you were a mystery to the masses and even to Kobeni herself. She couldn’t understand why, with someone of your status, would completely ignore the rest of society when it was practically impossible. Especially in your case. Kobeni could easily stand off to the side while you took up most of the space in the room. But you would rather, mostly after a job well done, go straight home without doing any interviews or confronting any questions posed in the papers.

She wondered if you knew the rumors people started to tell in those papers. About, perhaps you did hate society. Maybe you were hiding an affair with one of your co-stars. Of course, those weren’t true. At least, she hopes that they are.

Just at the end of her thought the car suddenly came to a stop that perked her out of her thoughtful stupor. Kobeni cradled her forehead before she even touched the handle to step out into the pouring rain. She could smell it from even inside— even more so now that the car stopped. Like freshly cut grass. Something of the sort. Although, she quickly cut off her petty consideration to stay inside rather than go out to convince you to go out into the outside world. She ended up giving the driver their money and hastily climbed out only to immediately use their hands to protect themselves from the rain.

Kobeni took quick looks at the surroundings of your apartment complex. Old, but not decrepit. That 19th century architectural detailing that made the building somehow both chic and contemporary. She strode up the stairs with slightly hurried steps until she stood inside of the building.

Kobeni dropped her hands to her sides and quickly shook the water droplets off of them. She sighed softly as she continued to walk up those wretched steps to your front door. At the top, she used the spare keys you’ve given her as she remembered you saying, so she can remind you of your life. As if you’d be afraid you’d forget.

She twisted the key then carefully opened the heavy door— only to be met with silence of than the subtle sound of music playing. There was no trace of anyone else in the house even though there’d usually be a maid or two. One specifically told to make you an omelette while the other was tailored to straightening out your comforters. “{{user}}? Where are you?” She asked aloud while she walked further into your spacious apartment. “You’ve been away from your duties too long, {{user}}, you know that?”

She tried reminding you of your job. The acting and obeying demands that were rarely in your interest. “We need to speak. Unless you’d rather speak about something else?” Kobeni persisted speaking in your interest until she found you hovered above a record player and attempting to replay a song you were listening to. “Is this what you’re doing?”