Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. But, who wouldn't love to see Robin flush against Slade's desk, getting the pounding of his life? That is the only thing I'm guilty of.
Pairings: Slade/Robin …Red/Speedy…a little Red/Speedy/Robin (those are the main pairings, there will be others, minor ones)
Warning: Rated M!
A/N: Happy Birthday to me! I'm posting this a day early, just because I wont be around tomorrow. I'm posting 3 things today as presents, so I hope that you enjoy them!
You've probably already gotten a pretty good indication of what this story is about. But, I'm not going to spill the beans, so-to-speak. You'll just have to read it for yourself. I do, however, hope that you like it. I know that I love it to pieces.
The Secretary -Chapter 1
Wilson Enterprises was a thriving export company, under the relentless command of ruthless CEO, Slade Wilson. The corporation mostly dealt with exportation of weapons, machinery, and high-tech electronics. Rising up over the years to be one of the most respected and feared companies around the world.
It was no secret that the success of the corporation derived from the cruel, merciless, and hard-nosed businessman known as Mr. Wilson, Slade to absolutely no one, expect his most trusted advisor, Will Wintergreen. The company had been falling apart in the earlier years, the former CEO not having a clue as to what to do with the business he'd inherited from his grandfather. Slade, calculated as ever, relinquished power from the former owner, digging up dirty information about operations that weren't exactly legal, going on under everyone's noses.
Slade had seen the potential of the company, had wanted it under his command. Mr. Wilson never let an opportunity go to waste. When he saw something that caught his interest, he did everything in his power to obtain it, to make it his. It was the way he'd worked for most of his life, and so far, it had never failed. When Slade wanted something, he most assuredly obtained it. It was the rule of thumb, at least when the CEO was concerned.
Over the years after the massive takeover by Slade, the man in question had gained a reputation for being almost heartless. He had no living family, wife or children to speak of. Even Will Wintergreen was no exception to the man's harsh words at times, his most trusted and old friend, who would vouch until the day he died that he loved the CEO like a brother. Will would never speak a bad thought about anyone as opposed to his polar opposite Mr. Wilson, who never had any qualms about telling a person exactly what he thought, firing them for the smallest of issues, if it was not to his satisfaction. Slade had no time to play games.
Slade absolutely hated weakness. He rose to every challenge and conquest with a decisive decision or action. When he saw his mark, he struck, not at all concerned with who he might be hurting in the process. Anyone not man enough to stand up and fight for what they wanted, even though they never stood a chance in the first place, didn't receive his sympathy. Slade could respect a man who knew what he wanted and went for it. There were few and far in-between that actually amounted to anything in Mr. Wilson's eyes, but those who did, had his unyielding respect. Slade made sure those people knew that he was dedicated to being partner of their company. That they had his support.
It was either kill or be killed in the business world.
Will Wintergreen sighed for the umpteenth time that morning alone, as the sixth woman who'd applied for the secretarial position to the CEO of Wilson Enterprises, fled from the master office in tears. Will knew that Slade strived for perfection, but couldn't he just turn them away nicely? Or at least, not nitpick ever last detail, stripping each and every answer from their bones as if the mere interview was a test of whether or not they lived or died.
They look so happy too when they first arrive…the man sighed again, shuffling some paper work at the desk he was occupying. It was to be the new assistants workspace, completely renovated and refurbished, all the latest software downloaded and ready to be used at a moments notice.
Well, that is if he finds someone…
"Incompetent, every last one," Slade barked, slamming the door to his office open, glaring in the direction of Will as if it was his fault that the females he'd interviewed were mindless bimbos. Which, technically, it was.
"You have very high standards Slade," Will said calmly, still sorting out the workspace. "It is to be expected that the first person to walk in here wouldn't have met your satisfaction, haven't we gone through this before, sir?" he continued, before mumbling. "…or the sixth."
"Yes, these females are weak-minded! One small tongue lashing and they leave here in tears." the CEO glared.
"Well to be fair, the last women lasted more than a week," Will said with a slight grin, trying to judge his bosses mood.
"Only because she couldn't take no for an answer." the CEO glared again, but there was a small flicker in his eye, allowing Will to see that his boss wasn't as angry as he seemed to be.
"And yet you still had your way with her…"
"At least she was good for something," Slade said by way of agreeing. Will bit back a small chuckle and just settled on a grin for the moment.
"Anymore?" the single-eyed man asked, already looking a bit bored. Probably having much better things to do than stand around and make idle talk with his employee, no matter how good of friends they were. There was always work to be done.
"One more, their name is Robin, they have an appointment in half-an-hour," Will confirmed, looking at the appointment chart on his computer, wondering how this woman was going to fair against his old friend.
"Make her wait," Slade decided.
Will glanced at his boss in wonder, knowing that the man always liked testing out potential employees. It was a simple enough test, if you were in on it, that is. The CEO liked planting traps and seeing who could or couldn't get out of them. So far, not many had faired well, and those that did, always managed to fumble up half-way through.
"Sometimes I think you just get bored…" Will chuckled softly.
"Nonsense. I merely wish to judge whither or not this female will be adequate enough to join my staff, nothing more." but there was another flicker in the man's steel-eye that had Will thinking otherwise.
Somehow, Will knew that what Slade really wanted was someone to stand up to him. But even he wasn't man enough to do that.
A lithe form, around the age of twenty-one, sauntered into the lobby of Wilson Enterprise. Short raven-hair styled and gelled to perfection, sapphire eyes shinning with mirth and curiosity as they glanced around the intricate space. The white dress shirt pulled over his form, fitting the perfectly sculpted, toned chest, with the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, waist surrounded by a small black belt, crisp, ironed black slacks accompanied the exquisite legs that fell from hips and were placed in a pair of polished black shoes.
Every women in the entire lobby stopped their work or business to glance at the stunning young man who'd just walked in. All envious of the woman behind the front desk who the man was walking up to, a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Hello," smiled a silky voice.
The woman in her early thirties melted at the sight, but knowing that she was married didn't deter her from staring at the sight before her.
"We-Welcome to Wilson Enter-Enterprise, how may I help you?" she squeaked out, just knowing that her face was bright red.
"I have an appointment with Mr. Wilson for the secretarial position, I was just wondering if you could point me in the right direction."
"Na-name?"
"Robin Grayson," he grinned, tilting his head towards the woman who was having a little trouble breathing at the moment.
Even though the front clerk knew that the secretarial position was specifically only for women, as requested by Mr. Wilson himself, she could do nothing but nod her head in the direction of the elevator and pass Robin a small card that had the floor number printed on it. Mindlessly clicking the confirmation button on her computer, letting Will know that the next appointment was on their way upstairs.
"Thank you for your help," Robin smiled widely, enjoying riling up the woman all the much more when she actually squeaked, before making his way towards the elevator.
Will placed a fake, cheery smile on his face before standing and making his way towards the elevator that was housing the last interviewee of the day. He felt bad for the poor soul that was about to venture into the dragons den, so to speak. Slade just couldn't be nice, could he?
Well, you don't become a multi-billionaire by being nice, I suppose.
The elevator doors dinged and opened, Will put on his best face.
"Welcome to Wilson Enterprises, your interview with Mr. Wils-who are you?" The assistant raised an eyebrow. This was not a woman…
"I'm Robin Grayson. I'm here for an interview with Mr. Wilson. Nice to meet you," Robin grinned, stepping out of the polished machine, and raising his right hand, to meet in a shake.
"But, the position was for women only, it was specified in the advertisement." William crossed his arms ignoring the hand, narrowing his brown eyes, knowing that Slade was not going to be happy. The man despised people who tried to worm their way past rules. Especially rules that he had implemented.
"Perhaps there is room for change," the blue-eyed man claimed, stepping past the assistant and sauntered towards the door that had 'CEO, Wilson' engraved on the birch.
"Wait!" the blond man fumbled, not able to get a very good read on this new person. "Mr. Wilson has very specific rules and does not wish for them to be broken…" he moved in front of the raven-haired applicant, trying desperately to save the man, and himself, from a tongue lashing.
"Is that so?" Robin asked, a twinkle in his blazing blue eyes, glancing at the white clock hanging over Mr. Wintergreen's head. "If Mr. Wilson, as you claim, does not wish for rules to be broken, how come he has not come to greet me yet? My appointment was clearly set for five minutes ago," he smirked. "I'm a little disappointed that he's a liar. Perhaps I was wrong for applying to this position in the first place."
"I…" Will fumbled for what to say. In a sense, Robin was right. He wasn't about to let him know that, however. But, judging by the look that the man was giving him, he knew he'd been trapped.
"Robin Grayson, was it?" said a voice from beside them. Both men turned to see Slade standing there, absolutely no emotion on his face, except for the vicious glint in the man's steel grey eye. William had enough sense to gulp. He just knew that this was going to turn out bad.
"That's right. But, I think that I'll be leaving…"
"Nonsense. In my office. Now!" the CEO barked, clearly thinking of new ways to crush the man's spirit. Especially since no one breaths a bad word about Slade Wilson, at least none that want to keep their heads…
Figuratively or not…
That poor, poor man… William sighed. Robin actually looked rather smug, however, something that the temp-assistant caught on to. He has a death wish, doesn't he? He must! To look like that when he knows what Slade is like…
"You think you're quite clever, don't you?" Slade spat, sitting at his large plush, leather chair, intertwining his fingers, setting his elbows on the desk before him.
"No. I'm applying for a job, Mr. Wilson," Robin said stone-faced.
Slade narrowed his eye.
"Its Sir, to you, boy."
"Its Robin, to you, Mr. Wilson," Robin grinned in mischief.
Slade had half a mind to literally throw the man out on his ass, or have security take him out instead. But, there was something that intrigue the CEO about this little cocky kid that prevented him from proceeding with his thoughts, at least for another minute.
"I was told that this establishment was the best, were they wrong?" Robin asked suddenly, challenging blue eyes piercing into a glaring steel grey.
"They were not. I am the best."
"I want to work with the best. I refuse to accept anything less."
Slade barked out a sharp laugh, sitting back in his chair.
"You are seconds away from being thrown out of here for your insolent behaviour. What makes you think that you have any chance of obtaining this job?" Mr. Wilson snorted.
"I have skills…"
"A mere technicality."
"I'm also good with my hands," the raven-haired man leered suddenly, causing Slade to suddenly pay a lot more attention. The impudent child was not suggesting that I needed…?" I haven't meet a computer system that I couldn't hack into. I have a vast technical knowledge, as well as several degrees in computer physics, languages, and business."
"it's a secretarial position," Slade frowned, not able to read the man before him at all. "You are but a mere child…" the man stated, clearly not believing that Robin had any skills at all.
"So, I'm overqualified," he smirked, leaning back, crossing his arms, not explaining how, at twenty years old, he had these skills. "With your reputation for secretaries, I suppose I would need a few extra credentials."
Slade studied the raven-haired applicant with an intense, narrowed eye. The room was eerily quiet, until there was a shuffling of paper, as the CEO reviewed Robin's resume.
"I have rules…"
"Rules are meant to be broken," Robin grinned. "But, if your afraid of chang-"
"I fear nothing!" Slade glared, the resume slammed down on the desk, but not out of anger, the man just had that affect.
"So, then there should be no reason why I wouldn't get the job," he teased.
"I have yet to make that decision."
"I'm a patient man," Robin's eyes glittered.
The room was silent once more, Slade's snort the only sound.
"You want someone who is competent. Who understands that work needs to be done. To follow orders, and yet, be able to take charge when the time calls for it. I'm not an idiot. I'm intelligent, a hard-worker, and I never run from a challenge," Robin confessed, blue eyes shinning brilliantly. "You'd be a fool not to hire me, Mr. Wilson."
"Your cocky," the man sneered.
"I prefer self-assured," the raven-haired applicant smirked.
"I have no room for insolence."
"Why bother with such trivial things?"
"I have a zero tolerance policy for foolishness," the CEO drilled the boy.
"I am no fool," Robin said hard-faced. "There is a time for work and a time for pleasure," he leered suddenly, catching Slade off-guard once again, making him wonder why he hadn't thrown the man out long ago.
"You wouldn't last two weeks," Slade challenged, not realizing that the trap door had just slammed shut on him.
"Try me," the applicant whispered haughtily, blue eyes blazing in victory.
William Wintergreen looked up when the doors to the master office opened, expecting to see Robin, a solemn look on his face, running for the elevator. It was inevitable really, especially with the way Slade had looked when he'd brought the man into his office. You didn't fuck around with Slade Wilson, that was for sure.
What Will really saw, however, was a smirking Robin, sauntering towards the desk that the man was currently occupying.
"I believe that is my desk," Robin chuckled.
"Your…desk?" Will blinked.
"Yes," the new sectary grinned, before making his way over to the elevator, and pushing the button. "Don't look so shocked. It was inevitable, really."
The door opened and the young man entered, crossing his arms, leaning against the back of the elevator as the doors shut, but not before winking at William.
Suddenly Slade came from his office, glancing at William's extremely shocked expression.
"Sir? Is what he said true?"
"Yes," the man confirmed.
"How? I thought…?"
"He only thinks he's won this round," Slade leered evilly, very interested in this new challenge. "But, I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well."
A/N: This is the oldest plot in the book. I've read hundreds of stories (in different fandoms) with this plot, but I just find it hilarious and the idea wouldn't leave me alone. I decided to begin writing my version of the age-old story. Love it? Hate it? I know that a lot of people hate it when you stray away from the cannon version, but hopefully you won't mind this too much.
If you hadn't noticed, I have made Will much younger than he actually is. Slade isn't immortal in this story, ranging at about thirty-five, and Will, around thirty-two.
Also, Batman does NOT exist. No superhero does. Robin wasn't an orphan, he had parents (more on that later). Also, Robin is actually named Robin Grayson, in this story. Its not a nickname.
Anyways, I'll see you all next Sunday for chapter 2!
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/Jay