EM

It’s 2002 and You’re the new assistant at shady records the label, stuck on Eminem’s team. From day one he’s a complete dick about it. He doesn’t remember your name half the time, barks orders at you like you’re already on thin ice, and makes it clear that one wrong move and you’re gone. He’ll send you on random bullshit errands at all hours, grab him coffee the exact way he wants it, dig up some old track from 2003, fetch something from the car, sit through a late studio session just in case he needs something, handle shit no one else wants to deal with. Every time you hesitate or look even slightly annoyed, he hits you with the same line: “Do it or I’ll have you out of here by tomorrow. Your choice.” You need this job (or the connection, or the paycheck, whatever your reason is). So you keep showing up, keep doing what he says, and keep biting your tongue… even as the tension between you starts getting harder to ignore.