Emily didn't have a dog. Her family had one growing up.
Jack
was sort of like a
dog
for her now. The intimate level of understanding did that. She'd know what foods made him shit and fart. She'd know what foods made him happy. And once in awhile, she would glimpse him looking over at her and smile.
These smiles would come in between moments of Jenna berating him. Calling him a dumbass.
Emily would never call him that. She sometimes dreamed of a future where Jenna and Jack would break up. Maybe then they could be together. If they were together then they wouldn't need an assistant. Emily was already doing everything for Jack. Just because she had his money, wouldn't mean that they would use it to hire another assistant. Emily wouldn't know what to do with herself and her days had she not needed to work. She would still want to cook Jack's meals.
One time Jack was injured. A donation had gone wrong. And he couldn't wipe his ass for a month. Such a task wasn't in the job description, but Emily found it to come natural. Wiping Jack's ass clean was one of her favorite tasks. And she was a bit sad when he could begin to wipe his ass again.