Difficult days

"You!" I cried as I got up. And I guess that his immediate response to it was shock, as would anyone be if someone looked shocked at you.

"Yea?" Maurice asked, looking incredibly worried at that point.

"Become my aide!" I patted on his shoulders as I said that.

"Huh, what?" He looked even more confused at that point. I mean, I kinda get why that would be the case. After all, the guy whom he thought would be killing him for the mistake that he did, instead asked him to be his aide. If someone did that to me, I would be hella surprised by that as well.

"Well, be my aide. You're clearly good at this. And I believe that you would only get better and better with this. So, yea. Be my goddamn aide." I reiterated.

"Umm, but-" Before he got a chance to give me any sort of explanation to not do the job, I decided to intervene.