Disclaimer: nope…iCarly is not mine…
A Modern Fairytale
Chapter 1: Meet "Prince" Fredward
"So this is why we should take on Puckett Enterprise as our partners to merge our two companies together to make a like a super company!" said a businessman in a suit while pumping his fist in the air.
Edward Benson rolled his eyes. "So how do you propose we will begin about 'merging' our two companies," Edward or as he liked to be called Eddie, but only by his friends, asked.
"Well Mr. Benson, I say we get someone in there. Like to work for them and get close to the boss and begin to get the idea of merging into their heads too."
Eddie chuckled. "Someone get 'close' to the boss? I heard that their boss was a total hardass."
"That's why I propose we get someone to start a romantic relationship with her or someone close to her," the businessman replied with a sly smile.
Another businessman sat up in his chair and said, "start a romantic relationship? Isn't that kind of..i don't know…manipulative and morally wrong?"
Eddie leaned forward and crossed his arms across his chest in thought. "I like it," all the men turned to him in slight shock but nodded their heads toward their boss, "Gibby," Eddie pointed at the businessman who made the pitch, "set up interviews of the single men in the office that are willing to this for our company."
"Will do, boss!" Gibby saluted and everyone got up and headed out the conference room. "And Gibby,"
"Yes, boss?"
"Can you tell my son to meet me in my office?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Benson."
Gibby walked out of the conference room and down the hall towards his office. He put his papers down before heading to Freddie's cubicle.
"Hey Freddie,"
"Sup Gibby."
"You're dad said to meet him in his office pronto."
"Ok thanks, Gibby."
Freddie walked down the hall and turned towards the elevator. He hit the button for the top floor and walked to his dad's secretary.
"Hi Freddie," she greeted with a smile, "he's waiting for you in his office."
Freddie opened the large, wooden door and entered his dad's office.
"Hey son. Sit down."
"What's this about," Freddie asked a little worried.
"Well son, you're not doing a very good job."
Freddie scowled. "I told you, Dad. Filing isn't my thing. I asked you if I could work in the IT department but you wouldn't let me, remember?"
"Yes I do. But you can't be in the IT department and then take over my job, son."
"Right. And putting me with all the interns is the right way to go…" Freddie said sarcastically.
"No. You have to work you're way up. I can't just make you boss because you're my son. You have to work you're way up to the bobble-head position, then Phil's, then the assistant CEO, Bill's job, and then mine."
"I know dad. We've talked about this before. But like I've said over and over again. I'm not good at this. You know that I'm best at the tech stuff not the business stuff."
"Well, you're little friend, Gibby, proposed a pitch today and I want you to do it."
"Do what?"
"Go talk to you're friend Gibby and he'll let you know. Remember, son, don't tell him I told you. You need to get this on your own. I can't show favoritism."
"Yes, Dad, I know."
"Bye, son"
"Bye."
Freddie walked out of the office and headed back down. He saw that Gibby was in his office so he knocked on the door.
"Come in," Gibby said nonchalantly. Freddie walked in, "Hey Gib, you have a sec?"
"Sure, Freddie, what's up?"
"I, um, heard about some pitch you made from, um, Paula and she told me that I should do it" Freddie got a little nervous, trying to hide that the info was given to him from his dad and since Paula was known as the office gossip he thought it would be ok to use her, "what is 'it' exactly?"
Gibby looked him up and down and started nodding. Then his eyes got big and he stood up. "yess…YES!" he yelled. Freddie stiffened up in his chair and felt really awkward.
"Um…" Freddie began but Gibby was dialing on his phone.
"Hey can you get me Mr. Benson" Gibby said into the phone. Freddie just sat their still confused.
"Hello?" Mr. Benson replied.
"Hey Mr. Benson I got the perfect guy for the pitch," Gibby said confidently.
"Really," Mr. Benson responded, "who?"
"You're son!" Freddie sat up in his chair not sure he was liking what he was getting pulled into.
"My son?" Mr. Benson questioned. He is good, Freddie thought.
"Yes, sir. He would be perfect. Since he's you're son, they'll be suspicious of his loyalty but then he'll prove them wrong and woo the boss's daughter. Together they can lead this company into the next generation!"
"Hmm…sounds good. Go with it," Mr. Benson said firmly.
"Yess!" Gibby said pumping his fist in the air.
"But, Gibby"
"Yes, sir?"
"If this doesn't work, it's your head." Click. He is too good, Freddie thought while staring at Gibby who had turned a little pale.
"Gibby?" Gibby snapped out of his little trance and look at Freddie, a fire burning in his eyes.
"Alright, Benson. Here's what you have to do."