"Shit shit shit," Zelda breathed the words under her breath as she ran from her car parked in the visitor's section to the front doors of the skyscraper. Inside, she got her visitor's pass and looked wildly for the elevators. The biggest interview of her life, and naturally she was running late. "Hold the elevator!" she called out to the closing doors once she saw them, hoping the people inside heard her. A hand shot out and caught the doors right before they closed. "Thank you so much," she gasped as she made it inside, bracing her hands on her knees. After she caught her breath she straightened up and looked up at her savior.

"Oh wow," she looked up into the dark blue eyes set in a ridiculously handsome face with one dark blue eyebrow quirked up.

"What floor?" his lips parted and the most amazingly deep voice she had ever heard came from those kissable lips.

"Uh... top floor," she said after a moment and his eyebrow rose higher.

"You work here?" he asked and she shook her head slowly.

"Interviewing," she said as she smoothed her brown hair.

"With who?" he asked and she tugged on her light purple button-down, scowling at the wrinkles.

"Mister Greil," she said and the man let out a throaty chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing," he shook his head, a grin threatening to come to his lips.

"Is he awful?" she asked.

"Well," he shrugged, "I've heard some stories." He waved his hand dismissively as he spoke. "I think he's alright... Just be you and I'm sure you'll do fine."

"I'd feel better if I wasn't running late to the interview of a lifetime," she remarked and he tilted his head slightly.

"Mister Greil is hardly ever on time," he confided like it was a secret as he scratched at his spiked blue hair, "I doubt he's even up in his office right now."

"Goddesses I hope not," she let out a nervous laugh and the man straightened his horribly tied tie. Zelda looked over at him and smiled with a playful tsk. "Do you not know how to tie a tie? Here," she shoved his hands out of the way and fixed it, trying to not focus on how close she was to him, or the high dollar cologne that threatened to make her swoon.

"You'll do just fine," he said when she finished fixing his tie and Zelda stepped back just as the doors dinged open. The man stepped from the elevator first, a blonde woman with her hair pulled into a professional bun and a belly swollen with pregnancy standing there in a pink pantsuit.

"Good morning Ike," she said in greeting and the man named Ike pointed to a receptionist's desk.

"Off your feet," he commanded in a loving tone. "Is Mister Greil in yet? This young woman has an interview with him," he motioned to the now very nervous Zelda.

"Mister Greil?" the blonde chuckled the words and shrugged. "Why don't you check for her Ike since I'm not allowed to get off my ass these days it seems."

"I will Peach, thanks," he went to the shut door as he spoke, entering without knocking.

"What am I missing?" Zelda asked the blonde named Peach who was trying to hide a smile with a swollen hand. The woman looked over to her, a smile on her face as she waved off her words.

"Don't worry honey," she said with a coo in her voice.

"Send her in Peach," a voice crackled over an intercom and Peach tapped a button on her desk.

"Right away," she said and looked to Zelda. "Well, go on."

Zelda smoothed her shirt one last time before going to the door Ike shut behind him and knocked gently.

"Enter," a muffled response made her breath hitch and she turned the silver handle, braced for the worst. Her eyes took in the ultra modern design briefly as she took her first few steps into the office. Then her eyes fell to the desk and she froze in her tracks.

"Oh my goddesses," she clapped a hand over her mouth when she saw Ike sitting at the desk, his shoes up on the expensive looking wooden and metal top and a grin on his lips. "You're-"

"Ike Greil," he said with a nod as he motioned for her to sit. "You must be Zelda Nohansen, please have a seat."

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I know I know... but this one has really been bumping around my skull for awhile and I know someone was dying for it so here's the first chapter! There's not enough rich Ike in a fitted suit so... yeah. Lemme know what you think! (I know it's short, but I think this is the perfect first chapter) Much love, Leigh