So begins my new story if anyone has seen The Proposal then you know where the story is going. I hope you enjoy it. All mistakes you find in this story are mine and mine alone. Thank you for all the positive feedback in my other stories and I hope you all enjoy this one just as much. And here we go.
The morning began like any other for Castiel Novak. He was on his treadmill going over some papers while some random movie played in the background. He was up early. He's used to getting up early he has been for his whole adult life. Castiel was going over some papers for work before he went in to the office. Castiel goes and takes a shower and gets out looking at himself in the mirror. He then has some breakfast and puts his bowl in the sink rinsing it out.
Meanwhile on the other side of town Dean was still in his bed warm and dreaming. He slowly wakes up and looks at the watch and flies out of bed.
"SHIT!" He exclaims.
Dean runs out of his apartment late for work. He knows his boss Castiel hates when he is late for work. Castiel Novak is his boss; Dean is Castiel's personal assistant. Dean calls ahead to Starbucks and sweet talks the young lady that works there he runs in the door and she already has his order prepared for him and Mr. Novak. He runs the rest of the way to work and barely makes it there on time. He runs into the elevator asking everyone if they are ok.
"Everyone ok?" He asks.
"Yes." Everyone replies.
"Me too." He says.
Meanwhile Castiel is walking down the street on the phone.
"Hello Frank? How's my favorite writer?" Castiel asks. "Well of course you've been thinking about our talk, because you know I'm right. People in this country are busy, broke and hate to read. They need someone to say, Hey don't watch CSI: Indianapolis tonight. Read a book, read Frank's book, and that person is Oprah." Castiel says.
Dean walks out of the elevator and down the hall. There's a secretary outside the office she speaks to him.
"Cutting it close." She says.
"One of those mornings," Dean replies. "Thank you Captain Obvious."
Dean runs down the hall and runs into right into a guy.
"Sweet Jesus." Dean says.
"Rub some dirt in it brother." The guy replies as he walks off.
Castiel walks into the building still on the phone walking towards the elevator still talking to Frank.
"Frank, the truth is all A-plus novelists do publicity. Roth, McCourt, and Russo and…. Frank can I tell you what else they have in common? A Pulitzer." Castiel replies.
Dean walks up to his friend in the office frantic.
"I need the shirt off your back literally." Dean says.
"You're kidding right?" His friend asks.
"Yankee's, Boston this Thursday. Two company seats for your shirt; you have five seconds to decide." Dean says.
"Five, four, three, two, one." Dean counts down as his friend takes off his shirt and gives it to him he slides it on.
Castiel walks into the office and everyone goes into frantic mood before they were goofing off and now they are working diligently."
One of the secretary's type "It's here." On the computer and it goes out all over the over alerting everyone that Mister Novak is on his way in.
Workers run out of the way as Castiel makes his way down the hall way people dodging here and there all over the place.
Dean is in Castiel's office straightening his tie and buttoning up his new shirt. Making sure he looks presentable for the day. His boss likes him to look pristine when he is working. Dean hands Castiel a coffee as he walks in.
"Morning boss, you have a conference call in thirty minutes." Dean says.
"Yes about the marketing of spring books, I know." Castiel replies.
"Staff meeting at nine." Dean replies.
"Did you call uh what's her name? The one with the ugly hands." Castiel replies.
"Janet?" Dean asks.
"Yes Janet." Castiel replies.
"Yes I did I told her if she didn't get her manuscript in on time, you wouldn't give her a release date." Dean says. "Also your immigration lawyer called and said it's imperative…"
Castiel cuts him off saying "Cancel the call, move the meeting till tomorrow and keep the lawyer on the sheets. Oh and get ahold of PR and have them start drafting a press release. Frank is doing Oprah." Castiel says.
"Wow nicely done," Dean says.
"If I want your praise I will ask for it." Castiel replies as he looks at his coffee cup. "Uh who is Jillian and why does she want me to call her?"
Dean stops at the door and answers Castiel. "Well that was originally my cup." Dean says.
"And I'm drinking your coffee why?" Castiel asks him.
"Because your coffee spilled." Dean replies.
Castiel shakes his head and takes a drink of coffee before speaking.
"So you drink sweet sweet coffee with lots of cream then?" Castiel asks Dean.
"I do it's like Christmas in a cup." Dean replies.
"Is that a coincidence?" Castiel asks.
"Incredibly it is. I wouldn't possibly drink the same coffee you drank, just in case yours spilled. That would be pathetic." Dean replies.
The phone rings and Dean walks over to pick it up.
"Morning, Mr. Novak's office." Dean answers the phone. "Hey Bob" Castiel holds up his fingers signaling Dean to tell Bob they are on the way to his office.
"Why are we headed to Bob's office?" Dean asks.
Castiel doesn't answer he just keeps going through his mail Dean smiles at him and walks out of the his office. Running to the computer at his desk he types out "The Witch is on his Broom"
Everyone gets the message and scrambles back to working hurriedly.
Castiel walks out of his office and Dean falls into step beside him.
"Did you finish the manuscript I gave you?" Dean asks.
"I read a few pages I wasn't that impressed." Castiel replies.
"Can I say something?" Dean asks.
"No, I've read thousands of manuscripts and this is the only one I've given to you. There's an incredible novel in there. The kind of novel you used to publish." Dean says. "Uh wrong, and I do think you order the same coffee as I do, just in case you do. Which is in fact pathetic." Castiel says.
"Or Impressive," Dean says.
"I'd be impressed, if you didn't spill it in the first place." They reach the door and Castiel turns towards Dean telling him "Remember you're just a prop in there." Castiel says.
"Won't say a word," Dean replies.
They walk into Bob's office. And Bob looks at Castiel and speaks.
"Ah our fearless leader, and her liege. Please do come in." Bob says.
"Oh beautiful breakfront is it new?" Castiel asks.
"It is English Regency Egyptian Revival built in the 1800's, but yes it is new to my office." Bob says.
"Witty, Bob I'm letting you go." Castiel says.
"Pardon?" Bob asks.
"I asked you over a dozen times to get Frank to do Oprah, and you did not do it. You're fired." Castiel says.
Dean is just standing there in shock. Did Castiel really bring him to fire someone? Man Castiel is an asshole he thinks.
"I have told you that is impossible. Frank hasn't done an interview in 20 years." Bob says.
"Well that is interesting because I just got off the phone with him and he is in."Castiel replies back
Dean just stands there with his hand over his mouth not saying a word. Feeling somewhat awkward he is witnessing Bob being fired.
"Excuse me?" Bob asks.
"You didn't even call him did you?" Castiel asks.
"But…" Bob says.
"I know I know Frank can be a little scary to deal with for you. Now I will give you two months to find another job. And then you can tell everyone you resigned ok?" Castiel asks as he walks out of Bob's office with Dean trailing behind him.
"What's his twenty?" Castiel asks Dean.
Dean looks back and says to Castiel "He's moving, He has crazy eyes." Dean says.
"Don't do it Bob, don't do it." Castiel says.
"You poisonous Asshole, you can't fire me. You don't' think I see what you're doing here? Sandbagging me on this Oprah thing." Bob says.
Dean sits down and just listens quietly watching Castiel.
Bob goes on in his rant. "Just so you can look good to the board? Because you are threatened by me. And you are a monster." Bob yells out.
"Bob stop." Castiel interrupts his rant.
"Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of this office, you think that you can treat all of us like your own personal slaves. You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're going to have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one." Bob says.
Dean just sits there with his head down and his lips pursed waiting for what he knows is coming.
"Listen carefully Bob, I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No I fired you because you're a lazy, entitled, incompetent, and you spend more time cheating on your wife then you do in your office. And if you say another word Dean here is going to have you thrown out on your ass ok?" Castiel says.
Bob tires to speak.
"Another word and you are going out of here with an armed escort. Dean will film it with his little camera phone and he will put it on that internet site. What was it?" Castiel asks looking at Dean.
"YouTube." Dean says.
"Exactly is that what you want?" Castiel asks Bob? Bob just stares at Castiel. "Didn't think so, I have work to do." Castiel says as he walks away.
As they walk down the corridor Castiel turns to Dean and says.
"Have security take his breakfront and put it in my conference room." Castiel says.
"Will do," Dean replies.
"I need you this weekend to help review his files and his manuscript." Castiel says.
"This weekend?" Dean asks.
"You have a problem with that?" Castiel asks.
"No it's just my grandma's 90th birthday, so I was going to go home and" Castiel looks at Dean before walking off.
"Its fine I'll cancel it, you're saving me from a weekend of misery so it's... Yeah good talk then." Dean says.
TBC
Ok so that is chapter 1. Chapter 2 will be up soon probably sometime tomorrow I am sure. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. If you read it please review it. Thanks –s-