This is my first fanfic. Flame it if you want, constructive criticism. watever. I think it's pretty good.

Disclaimer: last time I checked, I wasn't a forty year old man living in texas.

Sumary: Percy Jackson is a failed marine biologist, who's about to be kicked out of his apartment. Annabeth Chase is an architect working at Jackson Corporation, who thinks her life is perfect. How will one job interview change their lives forever?

Chapter 1: Good news.

Percy's POV

My life sucks. I thought, while staring at my bedroom ceiling. I'm 24, I have ADHD and Dyslexia, and I can't hold a job, so I don't have much money, and my roommate is threatening to kick me out if I don't find enough money to help him with the rent, which is already 3 months overdue. My small job as a waiter in a restaurant barely covers a quarter of my half of the rent, so either I get a job, or I keep whatever dignity I still have, and become a hobo. Oh, god, I thought, what am I going to do?

Just then, my roommate, Grover Underwood barged into the pig sty I call my room. He's an African American guy with a wiry frame, curly black hair, and a trim goatee covering his chin. "Good news Percy!" He said, sounding relieved and excited. I immediately closed my eyes, pretending I was asleep, so he would leave. When I didn't answer, his question, he started poking me... once...twice..Three times... Finally, I got sick of it. "What do you want Grover?" I half shouted. "I have good news, Perce." He told me. I rolled my eyes. "Did you finally loose that horrid sweater you got for Christmas?" I asked him, referring to a plaid neon and lime green sweater he'd gotten from one of his relatives at Christmas. "Hey," Grover said, obviously offended by my petty jab, "My mom got me that sweater." I rolled my eyes. Grover may be my best friend, but he's still a Mamma's boy.

"Fine, what's the good news? Did we win the lottery?" I asked him sarcastically.

He glared at me, but let that one slide. "Oh, you know it's not much; I just got you an interview for a job.

That caught my attention. "Where is it?" I asked Grover.

"Where's what?" He asked me, obviously trying to annoy me.

"Where's the job?" I asked him.

"Oh, that." He said. "It's at Olympia Corp. Athena division."

I groaned, it was a well known fact that Athena hated my Dad. "What division? There's like architecture and engineering and writing and stuff right?"

Grover stroked his goatee, as if he were trying to remember something.
"I think its architecture."

"Architecture? Grover, you know I'm not an architect. I mean, I can be like the janitor or something, but not one of those building designer. I don't know anything about it!"

"Good thing you're not going to be an architect. Anyways, you wouldn't go very far being a janitor. I mean, have you seen your room?" Grover told me.

"So what am I going to be?"

"You're gonna be the assistant of one of the architects, Annabeth Chase. She's nice, but she's a workaholic. Juniper's known her since high school."

I smiled slyly. "She's engaged." He said, while rising an eyebrow, and looking at my facial expression. "She's a friend of Juniper's, so please, don't try anything with her."

I was known at the bar to be a total player. Every girl that came home with me, was back a two or three days later, crying.
"I'll try G-man, but usually, it's the girl that wants me. Even if they're engaged." I said.

"Just don't try anything. Try to bring out your charm in a way that's not creepy, and you might get the job. Of course considering she's only interviewing you because Juniper and I convinced her, I think it's gonna be highly unlikely that you do get hired."

Juniper is his girlfriend. They met at one of those eco warriors Manhattan meetings. They were both environmentalists, and really, they were perfect for each other.

"So, when's my interview?" I asked him.

"Three hours." He said, "I would start getting ready."

I groaned. "You know I don't have any fancy clothes or suits or anything." He rolled his eyes. "Just find something Percy." He told me.

Two hours, and 55 minutes later, I stood in line at a Starbucks,wairing a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, and black jeans, waiting to order a mocha latté. "Can I have the next person in line over here?" Said a familiar voice from behind the farthest counter. "Hey Perce," said my friend, Nico Di Angelo, a shaggy black haired nineteen year old. "Hey Nico, what's up?" I asked him. We didn't see each other much, since he was always at his Dad's house in L.A. "Well, I'm going to NYU, and I finished my second semester. Now, I'm working at Starbucks, for fun." He told me.

Of course he was working for fun. I forgot to mention that his Dad's house is a mansion. His Dad, like all our family was rich. My family on my Dad's side owned a huge company called Olympia corporation, after their names. So far, there were about eleven different divisions. Nico's Dad, Hades DiAngelo owned the jewelers division, my Dad, Poseidon, owns the overseas shipping division, and my Dads other buissness partner, Zeus Grace, owns the airline division.

I know what you guys are thinking. With names like those, these people must be complete wackjobs. We aren't wackjobs. Not really anyways. See, their names weren't originally Poseidon, Hades and Zeus. They changed their names to that when they went into business together, something about bad reps, or something. I never knew my Dad's real name. So, yes, I'm the son of a rich business dude, who runs one of the largest companies in the world. The only reason why I wasn't living in a condo, instead of with a roommate in a two bedroom apartment, was because my Dad wanted me to learn how to 'work'. Personally, I think he just like to torture me.

"So, what do you want?" He asked me.

"I'll have a mocha latté, and a BLT. Grover doesn't buy anything at the grocery store except fruits, vegetables, and his vegetarian junk." I said while Nico went to make my sandwich and Latté.

"Have you seen Thalia lately?" Nico asked me, from the coffee machine. "Nah, I think she has a flight to Sydney or something." Thalia Grace, the daughter of Zeus Grace, is a pilot. Her dad manages the airlines division of the Olympia Corp.

"Oh," Nico said, "That's cool. So, why are you all dressed up?" He asked me.

"I've got a job interview." I told him

"where? A seafood restaurant?" he asked me, grinning.

"Ugh, Nico. No way would I ever work there. It's disgusting seeing fish like that." I said to him, disgusted.

I have a marine biologist degree, but I can never find work as one. I promised never to eat seafood again, because it disgusted me to see my job going down my throat, and because I would be harming defenseless creatures.

"Actually, it's at the company."

His jaw dropped. Thalia, being the Daddy's little girl she is was the only one of us to get a job at the company, apart from me, that is, until I got fired.

"Poseidon division?" he asked.

I snorted. "I wish. Ever since Poseidon fired me, he hasn't offered me a job again. Actually it's at the Athena division. I'm gonna be the assistant for one of the architects." I told him.

Nico checked his watch."So what time's your interview at?" He asked me.

"1 o'clock." He smiled.

"Percy," he began, "Yeah?" his smile became a full blown grin. "You're late." He told me.

"OH SHIT." I said, as I sprinted out the door heading for my motorcycle , forgetting all about my breakfast. I know what you're thinking "How did Percy get a motorcycle, if he can't even pay his bills?" The answer to that question, Ladies and Germs is that it was a present from my dad for my twenty first birthday. It's the only thing (apart from my H3 limited edition Hummer) that he pays for.

After almost being killed by a couple of New York taxi drivers, I pulled up mostly unscathed in front of the Olympia Corp building. I took out my luck. Okay Percy, Take a deep breath. It'll be fine. I thought, trying to soothe myself, as I took out my lucky keychain, which is in the shape of a trident. I know, I know, weird, but what do you expect when your Dad's name is Poseidon, and your family is nuts about Greek mythology? I kept the keychain in my hand, while I walked through the glass doors. Ok, I thought, let's get this show on the road.

I walked up to the red headed receptionist, "Hey, I'm looking for a Miss. Annabeth Chase."

I swear the receptionist was checking me out. She wasn't bad looking so I gave her a roguish wink, and a crooked smile. She blushed.

"Can I have some identification please, Mr...?" she asked me.

"Jackson. Percy Jackson." I said saying my name like James Bond does. It's at times like this when I wish I had sunglasses on.

Her lips mouthed my last name and my lip curled up a little, while I handed her my licence.

"Go right ahead um, Sir. Sixteenth floor, um room one thousand six hundred" The receptionist said.

"Thank you," I squinted at her name tag.

I mentally cursed my dyslexia. Even though my Dad had put me into therapy for dyslexia when I was younger, it was still hard to read when I didn't try too hard, so her name was basically a bunch of meaningless squiggles right now.

"I'll tell my dad to give you a raise or something." I gave her a small smile, and then headed towards the elevators.

It seemed too short a ride to be six floors. And then, in no time at all, I was standing in a bustling hallway, in front of a chestnut haired, green eyed assistant, probably the old one. I recognized her. It was Grover's girlfriend.

"Hey Juniper." I said with a smile.

"Annabeth won't be happy. Didn't Grover tell you not to be late?" I rolled my eyes. "You know what Juniper. I, feel loved. You know, I love it when my best friend's girlfriend greets me with 'Annabeth won't be happy.'" She rolled her eyes.

"Give me a minute to see if she's ready." She pushed a button on the phone.

A minute later, a woman's voice came through it, "Yes Juniper?" The lady said, impatiently.

"Perseus Jackson is here Annabeth."

"Percy." I corrected automatically, and Juniper shot me a glare.

"He's late, I shouldn't interview him." Said the woman through the phone.

"Please Annabeth, you owe me this." The woman sighed.

"Fine Juniper, send him in." "Well, go in," Juniper told me.

I walked up to the polished oak door. I took a deep breath. Put on my best confident smile, and turned the door knob. I opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Percy. Percy Jackson." I told the blond lady behind the oak desk, who I imagined must be Annabeth Chase.

OOOOhhhhh...Clifhanger... anyways I'll update soon. Reviews are helpful, so Rn'R.

Peace, Cymopoleia.