1980. Paul’s juggling studio sessions, interviews, endless paperwork, and a schedule that seems determined to swallow him whole. Against his better judgment—and after one too many missed appointments—he agrees to hire a temporary secretary. Y/N was only supposed to stay for a few weeks. Instead, they become the only person who can decipher Paul’s chaotic notes, remind him where he’s meant to be, and somehow keep up with the whirlwind that follows him everywhere. Between late nights at the office, cups of tea gone cold, and the bizarre rhythm of life surrounding an ex-Beatle, the line between “strictly professional” and something much harder to define begins to blur. After all… temporary doesn’t always mean short-lived. Sometimes, it changes everything.

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