A/N: Another one. I'm bad ;) Just something I thought I when I was at work today and couldn't help but rush home just to write this! Will be multi-chapter, but I suck at finishing stories (_) so this might be a short story, who knows.

Admin Assistant

Chapter 1

Welcome to Mikaelson Corporation. We are a multi-million dollar company who own the software called Mode, which is a program used all around the world by famous fashion artists to create electronic 3D images of their clothing wares to jewellery, basically anything one chooses to design can be produced into this software. We also have recently taken over the fashion magazine Couture...

Caroline closed the door to the induction room with a sigh, she couldn't stand listening to the induction video everytime someone new joined their organisation. But it seemed lately, a lot of people were getting fired and new people were starting.

Caroline Forbes was the personal assistant to Damon Salvator, the new Managing Director of Couture Magazine, previously he had worked as Manager in Digital design on Level 7, now they were on level 17, two from the top. She had been Damon's assistant for three years. He was demanding, rude and arrogant, but she loved her job because she was good it. She had always been an organisational freak, and soon found out there were jobs with that description out in the world. Because of her skills, Damon would never get rid of her, despite the fact that he constantly reminded her how blonde she was and that she was useless. But in the end, he still kept her around.

Her best friend Elena Gilbert was the personal assistant to Stefan Salvator, Damon's brother. They always got to have lunch together, unless there was some large mail out or emergency which prevented them from being able to have lunch, so that was another bonus of working at the multi-million dollar Mikaelson Corporation.

Damon and Stefan constantly bickered and were clearly rivals, but, they never went so low as to try and get the other fired, they respected each other too much for that. But sometimes, Damon would ask Caroline to be extra nosy when going over to level 12 which is where Stefan was the Manager of Photography and Design, which entailed working with the designs in the 3D software, Mode, it was more the technical side of things.

It was safe to say, Damon seemed to be winning at the moment, since he was on level 17. They seemed to think that the person on the highest level had the more important job, but Stefan hadn't shared the fact his pay was slightly higher.

Today was the day before the launch of the first monthly magazine which they had recently taken over, Couture. So it was a busy time. Damon was running around yelling at people and drinking in his office, as he usually did. But he was working too. People were running in and out of his office with proof's which he either threw in their face or 'hn'd', which meant he basically approved.

"Caroline!" barked Damon's voice through her intercom.

The blonde rolled her eyes, fixed her naturally curly hair a bit, grabbed her clip board then strode into his office as best she could in the tight little dress suit she wore.

"Yes boss," she said boredly.

Damon had his legs on his desk folded over each other in a relaxed way, as he leaned the other way tapping on the keys of his laptop. He motioned for her to come to her desk.

"Report."

"You have a two o clock with Martin Ducky," began Caroline when Damon suddenly stopped typing.

"That's his fucking name? Seriously?!" he glared.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Yes Damon, that's his name and I suggest you have the proof's from Cindy approved by then. He wants to discuss the models photo's to make sure that you don't show boob."

Damon rolled his eyes this time. "Well, not that she has boob, but yeah okay. Next."

"Three o clock with Cynthia Price about the contract with the watch people, you know the ones. Don't look at me like that! You know I can't pronounce that!" she exclaimed angrily.

Damon laughed. "Yeah, I know, cos you're blonde," he said as he continued to laugh. "Alright, next."

"And this one has pretty much cleaned your afternoon, you have a meeting at five o clock with Corporate, as in, the CEO and the board about the magazine," said Caroline seriously.

Damon wiped his palm down his face in dread. "Damn it! Why didn't you start with that one, Caroline?! Fuck! Did you finish-" he begun when Caroline handed him something from the back of her clipboard.

His face lit up with realisation and he nodded in acceptance. "Great work...for a blonde."

"You do realise, Damon, they'll expect you to know that report by heart, don't you? And have graph's and stuff?" said Caroline, condescendingly. Her emerald orbs piercing into his eyes like knives.

Damon sighed. "Yes, which is why I've already decided that you will have to come with me. And since you're my personal assistant you will do as you do best. Assist!" he exclaimed. "Actually, even better! You could write me some palm cards to sit in my lap and I'll read from them and you can be there to give me hints in case I forget or something."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Seriously Damon? You're the manager, shouldn't you know these things?" she asked with her free hand which wasn't holding the clipboard rested on her hip as she shot accusory looks at her boss.

"Ah! But see, maybe I'm testing you! Did you ever think about that?!" he exclaimed. "Truthfully, I just don't want to go alone. You haven't met the CEO, but when you see him, you'll know what I'm talking about, Barbie."

"Well, all the women talk about him like he's some sex god or something but personally, I would hate to go out with a jerk like that. He doesn't pay us enough, doesn't bother to get to know his employees and doesn't reward anyone for the amount of money he earns due to our hard work," said Caroline with disgust.

Damon shrugged his shoulders. "Anyways, get the fuck out, I have work to do."

Caroline raised one of her eyebrows and walked out the door. It suited her just fine, since she had a million memo's to write, faxes to send, clients to call and she wanted to have lunch by 12.30.

Elena Gilbert typed away at her desktop computer when suddenly a voice startled her through the intercom.

Damn that intercom, thought Elena as she sighed dramatically. She pushed the white button underneath the speaker.

"Yes Stefan," she spoke, whilst still typing the report which had a deadline of, like, now.

"I heard Damon has a meeting with the board and the CEO today," he said quietly.

Elena cleared her throat. "There's no use whispering, Stefan, the whole office can hear you."

"...oh," she heard him mutter awkwardly. "Can you please come in here?"

The brunette finished her sentence on the computer and then got up from her ergonomic desk chair. She quickly patted down her pinstripe skirt, straightened her blouse and grabbed her clipboard before opening the glass double doors to her Manager's office. She walked up to his desk and stopped about a metre away and folder her arms over her clip board which was resting on her chest.

"Anyway, as I was saying, did you know that?" he asked, but knowing that Caroline had probably already told her.

Elena looked at him and smiled. "Yes I did. Why don't you just come out and ask me, Stefan."

Stefan Salvator stood up from his desk and began to pace the room with his hands behind his back. He turned around and looked at her with a cheeky smile. "Okay, my jig is up. But you know how it is between Damon and I. Just tell me."

Elena held back the urge to roll her eyes and nodded at at his request. "Yes, he's having a meeting with the big boss's upstairs about the Couture magazine, I suspect its because its the day before the release of the newest edition and its our first print since taking it over."

Her manager nodded. Elena wondered how someone so young could be promoted to Manager so quickly and he was attractive, but so not her type, that much was obvious after last year's Christmas work do. She shuddered at the thought.

"I see, let me guess, he has to show a report about the progress and possibly the expecting number of subscribers?" asked Stefan, prompting Elena yet again.

Elena sighed this time. "Why don't you just ask Damon? You are brothers you know..." said Elena, not believing how childish they both could be and these were the people who managed the most important departments in the whole Corporation?

Stefan began to laugh sarcastically. "Do you even know us Elena? This is Damon and I you're talking about. I bet you he'll make his PA go to the meeting with him, the chicken."

Elena nodded in acknowledgement. "Now, do you want your schedule for the day or not?"

He nodded. "Fine, give it to me."

"Two O Clock appointment with Elizabeth Bell about the software capabilities with makeup design, Three Thirty apointment with Betty from Accounts, I'm guessing about the budget and there is a message from Damon which I didn't even know was here," said Elena with a frown as she picked up a bright orange sticky note which had been sitting on the second page of her schedule.

Stefan stalked over to her and snatched it out of her hand. "Hows level 12 brother?" chuckled Stefan, shaking his head. "Well, better than 17th since my pay is way better." He winked at Elena and she walked out ignoring him.

"And I wasted my time for that," she growled under her breath as she sat back down in her chair when she heard something vibrate. She dug through her handbag to find it was her mobile.

Lunch 12.30? - Caroline

Elena smiled, wishing it were 12.30 now.

Yep, sounds good - Elena

"Brother, you can't keep firing people because you're angry," spoke a woman with a British accent, her blue eyes narrowed at her sibling.

The person she was speaking to had his hair facing toward the window, the back of the hair covering all sight of him.

"I do what I like, sister, " he bit out coldly.

"Nik, please re-consider, at least listen to what the Manager of the magazine has to say first," pleaded Rebekah.

Suddenly his chair began to turn with a squeak and he turned to face her, his icy blue eyes boring holes into her soul. "It was a stupid business deal and a stupid idea. I hate fashion, I hate models and I hate Damon."

Rebekah rolled his eyes. "Why? Because I slept with him once? It was just the Christmas party..."

"No, Bekah, because he always has to speak out of turn around me because you always protect him. Plus, every time he meets with us he gets his PA to do the talking."

Rebekah walked over to the large mahogany desk and placed butt on top of it, crossing her legs elegantly and turned back to look at her brother. "But he's a good manager, you know that. And the 'PA' you're talking about is a little hussy but you wouldn't know because you never show up!"

Klaus rolled his eyes and ignored her comments. Like he cared. But this time he had to go, it was after all about the new magazine and he wanted to tell Damon to his face that the department he worked in was being let go. God he loved the sound of that! He could see the look in his eyes right now.

Klaus smirked at his thoughts.

"Where is Elijah by the way?" asked Klaus with a raise of his eyebrow.

Rebekah shrugged. "Don't know, but I'm going to lunch. Ciao!"

Klaus waved her off and looked at his computer. The numbers were up today for the shares in the company. His brothers and sister had most of them, with only few in other peoples hands, like shareholders and board members. The software was the money maker in the company but the magazine was doing quite well for a start, but they could still do without it and go for another investment. The point was, he was still making millions, so, life was good.

Plus, tonight he had a hot date like always and he was going to drink the night away and probably have lots of sex. He smiled.

The afternoon flew by very quickly for Caroline. Lunch with Elena was nice, it always was nice to get away from the office for an hour. Plus, they could bitch about how their bosses were pissing them off and about how immature they both were.

But now she had to focus on those palm cards. She had almost finished them when she heard Damon's voice over the intercom. Caroline wished she could just throw the damn thing off the top of the building and watch sadistically as it fell to its doom, soon to be in itty bitty pieces on the pavement below. But this was reality and she couldn't do that here.

"Yes Damon," she said in a clipped tone.

"Have you finished proof reading the editorial I gave you?" he asked.

"Yes Damon, I'm doing your palm cards."

There was a pause at the other end. "...um, I was kidding about that, but, good job anyway!"

Caroline didn't bother to answer or acknowledge what he said and instead decided to march into his office and tell him off. She pushed open the glass doors to his office and strode in angrily.

"You asshole! You could have said before!" she exclaimed.

Damon raised an eyebrow. "Cool it Barbie, I was joking about joking. I do need them, but now I need a graph. Hey don't look at me like that, it was your idea!"

Caroline decided to simply glare at her boss while counting to ten in her mind to cool herself down. She looked at her watch. "Well firstly, yes it was my idea, but you didn't say anything about it so I didn't do it, secondly, we have no time, we have to be there in ten minutes."

"Well we better get going then," he said, grabbing his tie as he began to pull it around his neck.

Caroline automatically came over and began to tie it for him. She had to do everything for him, he was like a man-baby and that was a literal description.

Five minutes later, they were waiting in the lobby on the top floor. Caroline had only been up here a few times, but everytime she did she was always in awe. They had lovely paintings which decorated the wall, a marble floor, modern furnishings including leather couches and it was nice a quiet.

"They will see you now," spoke the woman from the desk in front of them.

Damon nodded and motioned for Caroline to follow. They walked down past a few doors and entered the boardroom quietly.

Caroline adjusted her dress suit and flicked her hair a bit as it was a habit of hers when she was nervous.

"Take a seat, Salvator," spoke a deep voice from the back. It was Elijah. He was formal, but was polite. Rebekah was eying him from the seat next to him and he merely smirked.

"Thanks!" he said, not caring that they were in front of the board and the CEO.

Caroline followed suit, not looking up at any of the board members or the CEO; she never did.

"Do you know why you're here?" asked another voice, it was a more solemn voice. It was Finn, the other brother, whom sat next to Elijah at the end of their table.

The long mahogany table sat facing Damon and Caroline, almost like a panel with the board sitting on a table adjacent. The table Caroline and Damon sat at was considerably smaller, one couldn't help think that they were in an interrogation or interview.

"Yeah, and Caroline's going to start for us, aren't you Care?" smirked Damon, deciding to scrap the palm cards. After all, why should he waste his energy when Caroline knew all about what to say since she was the one who wrote the report in the first place.

Caroline glared at Damon pointedly before walking to the middle of the floor.

Don't look up, don't look up, thought Caroline in her mantra. It was the only way she could speak to them.

"The progress so far..." began Caroline.

Two minutes into her speech or recital of the report she had written up, the man in the middle of the table held up his hand as his other hand rubbed his temple with his index finger.

Caroline frowned but didn't look up.

"Enough. This is boring, can you get to the point?" he snapped, his cold eyes glaring at her.

She felt her heart began to race as she began to panic. Calm down, Caroline, he's just a board member!

"Excuse me, but every thing I have said so far, is what we've been asked up here to explain," said Caroline incredulously as she looked to Damon. He simply shrugged.

How was he not stressed out right now?

"Sweetheart, all I want to know is, will this have a chance?"

"Yes."

"How woud you know?"

"Because all we can go on right now is the response we've had with all the advertising campaigns and also the fact that loyal readers of the magazine will most likely still read the first edition and keep subscribing. If its good enough, most of them will continue, if not, fifty percent may not. But we won't be able to tell until we release it," she said in a huff.

She was getting annoyed now. She wasn't the one supposed to get drilled about this, Damon was. Caroline was a mere PA anyway!

"Well I don't think we'll be-" began his voice when Elijah cut in.

"Please continue...Caroline is it?" said the elder of the siblings sitting before them.

Caroline nodded nervously as she began to squeeze the clip board she brought up with her with more force than usual. She glanced back to the man in the centre but averted her eyes as soon as he looked at her. She didn't ever remember seeing him there before.

"Well, since you would like the quick and to the point version...it will be a success according to these ratings," said Caroline. She walked over to the table and passed each member a piece of paper showing stats. "But, again we won't know for sure until the first edition is out. Now if you were thinking of for some reason, discontinuing the magazine, there would be more cons than pros, seeing how it used to be a million dollar success."

Elijah and Finn looked at Caroline once they had read the stats and nodded in agreement. Rebekah didn't even care and wondered why she was even there listening to the blonde bimbo in the first place.

Klaus however, watched as Caroline pulled some of her blonde locks behind her ear nervously and he smiled. His icy blue orbs stared at her intently, as she continued on about some stats, which he had no care about.

In fact, he knew the perfect way to piss Damon Salvator off.

"Excellent, love. I like it. We'll meet with you again after tomorrow then. Any questions board?" he asked as his gaze went over to the other table, hoping they didn't have anything to say as they had an awful habit of being really annoying like that.

They shook their heads and he got up. "Fantastic. Dismissed." He walked around the table in front of him and walked toward the door behind where Damon was sitting; staring at him in confusion.

Yes Damon, I'll have the last laugh this time, he thought as his gaze finally reached Caroline whom was also looking at him with an unsure expression. He dipped his head slightly in acknowledgement of her as he walked past in confident strides.

Damon got up and stared at Caroline. Why was the CEO being so nice to her? What...

He wouldn't, thought Damon as he quickly snapped his gaze toward the retreating form of the CEO, of Niklaus Mikaelson.

Damon paced his office, staring out at his lovely PA whom was talking on the cordless headphones to a customer. He couldn't lose her. She was the best he'd ever had, and he meant that in a totally non sexual way. She was efficient, seemed to know what he wanted before he even said it, organised his schedule like a dream and she had sass. He really did like her.

But there was nothing he could do. Klaus hadn't said it, but Damon knew that would be his play, to take Caroline away.

For the first time in ten years, he regretted his past actions. If only he had known. The past between the Mikaelson's and the Salvator's had not been pleasant. In fact, it used to be the Salvator brother's whom owned the company, but, then the Mikaelson's came along and ruined everything. Now they were forced to work under the people took over their corporation. It was what was called a hostile takeover, and by hostile...it meant a bloodbath.

However, they managed to convince the Mikaelson's to allow them to stay in top positions for the rest of their lives, as was in the contract they all signed at the time of the merger.

"Damon?" asked Caroline's voice hesitantly through the intercom; bringing him out of his dark thoughts.

"What?!" he barked harshly but then sighed. "Yes Caroline," he said a bit more softer than before.

"I-I've been asked to go to the top floor again," she said, unsure of whether Damon had known.

Yes, he did know and he had expected her to say that, he just didn't know when. It seemed Klaus wasn't a patient man. "Yeah, go on then."

Out in the main office, Caroline was confused. She wanted Damon to scream and shout and demand to know why, but he didn't. Was she getting the sack?

No, she thought. That can't be right, Damon would have done that himself.

It had to be something else, but without further adeu, she got up and headed for the lifts. As the doors opened, she walked in quickly, pressing the number '19' and then the doors began to close.

She bit her lip on one side nervously and straightened her dress suit.

Caroline walked to the front desk but the woman already knew who she was and motioned for her to go through the large glass doors behind the reception desk.

As she opened them she realised it was someones rather large office. Again, there was white marble on the floor, a large mahogany desk near the large arched windows at the back of the room and a fire place on the right handside of the room. Aligning the walls were various pictures of women, it intrigued her.

Since no one was around, she decided to look at them more closely. She walked up to one and smiled slightly. It was drawn, like sketched. And someone had a very good talent of capturing every detail yet making the women so beautiful, she doubted they were all that good looking in real life.

"You like that do you love," asked a voice from behind her.

Caroline gasped, turned and then held her chest for fear her heart might jump out of her chest. "Ah, yes. Who ever drew these paintings are very talented and they have a lot of attention to detail," commented Caroline with a small smile and noticed there was now an open door which she didn't notice before just to the right of the window where the wall was, next to the fire place

He smiled. "Yes, I think so too. Now, do you know who I am girl?"

Caroline shook her head nervously. She was sure she was going to get fired.

"I didn't think so, or you would be acting very different," he said with a smirk. "I am Niklaus Mikaelson, I'm merely the CEO of this company, but I'm sure I'm not really that important to know about."

Caroline's cheeks began to flush in embarrassment, maybe she should have known that. But this is what happens when the CEO doesn't bother with the 'little' people whom busily do his bidding.

"Oh, I apologise. Its just I've never seen you before, Mr Mikaelson," spoke Caroline, trying to not sound intimidated, despite the fact she was.

She crossed her arms over her chest to keep herself from shaking.

"Hn. Well, that will soon change. I'm getting rid of the bint whom just greeted you in reception; you will be replacing her," he said matter-of-factly. He sat in his leather chair, not bother to look at her because he knew what her answer would be.

Once women knew who he was, they would beg him to make them his secretary. It just so happened that he only wanted Caroline so he could piss Damon off, but, from the look of her, he could use her in other ways too. Klaus turned his gaze to the woman who seemed to be staring at him wide eyed, but even so, she was still beautiful.

"B-but, I've been Damon's personal assistant for three years..." began Caroline but he held up his hand to silence her.

"Does it look like I care, sweetheart?" he asked with narrowed eyes as he placed his elbow on his armrest to hold his chin up in boredom. "You'll be working here."

Caroline couldn't believe her ears and all this time she had been bitching about Damon and now she wished she had never said a thing. She liked working for Damon and she didn't know if she could handle being Klaus's personal assistant if he just goes ahead and fires people, like the poor receptionist for being a 'bint'. Or what ever.

"If I may ask, what would happen if I declined?" she asked, just testing the water. Hopefully she wouldn't get fired on the spot, but with his icy narrowed eyes staring at her, there was a good chance she might.

He lifted his head and frowned. "You are joking, aren't you love? Why would you want to refuse?"

"Uh, no reason, I just-"

"Oh come on, out with it, just tell me the truth. I won't fire you...well I might, but just tell me anyway," he said, waving his hand at her like it was no trouble.

Caroline aligned her emerald orbs with Klaus's blue ones and she nervously began to state her reason. "Because I like working for Damon, and to be honest, I don't see how I would fare up here if you just decided to fire the woman out there on the spot," she said as she pointed her thumb behind her.

Klaus looked away from her for a minute. He was starting to get pissed off, but, he did say he wouldn't fire her...

"She was annoying, that's the reason. Now will you accept the job or not?" he asked with a glare as he clamped his hands together and rested them under his chin with an expectant look.

"Now what is it exactly that you do for Damon?" he asked curiously.

Caroline knew he wasn't going to take no for an answer, so she surmised that she would just have to accept it. "Write his reports, organise his clients and customers, call the clients and customers about quotes and proof's, organise his schedule, answer the phone, tell people to leave if they don't have an appointment, organise his suits and ties-"

"Hold up, you organise his wardrobe?" he asked incredulously.

Caroline looked to the top right in thought with an index finger to lip. "Yes and no. I'm just really good with colour matching and also working out what he should wear to certain events and meetings. You know that if you wear the right combination of patterns and colours, you can make the aura about you much more enticing to a customer?"

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "I don't believe you."

Caroline smiled. "I've proven it several times, how else do you think Damon gets all these people to give their business to this corporation? Good looks? Definitely not," she explained with a sour look on her face at the end. "There are lots of things I do, Mr Mikaelson, but what I do is beyond what is written in my position description."

Klaus regarded her with admiration. Damon really had it good...until now. With that he smirked.

"I know, sweetheart, which is why I think you'd be more suited here," said Klaus.

"May I ask you something?" asked Caroline, seeming to feel slightly more at ease with him now, despite them only have a five minute conversation.

Klaus nodded.

"Are you trying to hurt him?" she asked with a look he hardly ever saw on a woman before when they were in his presence. It was loathing and a bit of sadness.

The CEO scoffed. "Do you think I would be that petty, Caroline? Yes I know your name. It might be surprising to you, sweetheart, but I do know my employees..."

"Right so who is Stefan Salvator's PA?" she asked with a hand on her hip now.

Klaus frowned as his eyes went to the ceiling in thought. "Um, Helen or something...or...is it B..."

"So you do or don't know?" she asked with an eyebrow raised, not realising she had just interrupted the CEO.

"Look, I don't need to prove anything to an ant like you. I own this company, woman. Can you say that you own something as big and important to the world as that?" he spat at her.

Caroline's expression changed to one of regret. She shouldn't have spoken out but he just angered her. She had always hated the faceless CEO, mostly because of his reputation but also because no one hardly ever saw him and he kept firing people left, right and centre.

"I can't. And I never will. I don't want to get fired, Mr Mikaelson but I really hope you're not doing this to hurt him, that's all. He wouldn't miss me anyway," she added and with a turn of her heel, she was walking toward the doors a few metres away.

Klaus watched her as her curls swayed behind her with each step; he could see she was different to a lot of women he'd met seeing how she didn't seem to be interested in him in the slightest. And he had met a lot of women.

"You won't get out of this. Go and collect your things and be up here in ten minutes."

For a minute he thought he saw her turn and scowl at him. No, he must have imagined it. Surely. But he let it go.

He could see why Damon Salvator constantly complained about her, what skills could she possibly have that his receptionist didn't have? Well, he would soon find out.

Elena had finished just finished her report, when she saw a very unusual site. Damon Salvator was striding up to Stefan's office with a scowl, well the scowl wasn't the odd part, it was the fact he would even step foot on this floor to begin with that made her frown.

"Ah, Stefan," began Elena uncertainly, as she pressed the white button down on the intercome.

"Yes?"

"Your brother is walking toward your office," she said, her eyes not leaving Damon's the whole time.

"What?!"

Suddenly Damon strode past Elena's office and pushed open Stefan's doors forcefully.

"She's gone! I can't believe this shit, Stefan," said Damon dramatically as he walked into Stefan's office angrily. His brother simply looked at him with an eyebrow raised in curiosity and confusion.

Damon walked over to his leather lounge and sank into it. He was depressed and upset and just generally pissed off. He folded his arms over his chest as if he had just had a tantrum.

"Soo...who are you talking about?" asked Stefan as he got out of his chair and stood in front of Damon on the couch. "What are you even doing here, Damon? I thought we scheduled tomorrow to be our 'conversation' time..."

Damon looked to Stefan incredulously. "Are you even fucking listening to me Stefan? He's taken her away from me, the bastard!"

"Who, Damon, who?!" exclaimed Stefan in annoyance. Damon wasn't very vocal when pissed, that much was obvious.

"Caroline, Stefan! Klaus took her away, we have to get her back!"

Elena, whom had been listening into their conversation via the intercom, decided to enter the room with a surprised look upon her face. "Why would he do that?" she asked.

"Because, Elena, he's always hated me the most. The point of today's meeting, which is why he even turned up in the first place, was to do something to piss me off, I know it is," said Damon.

Stefan sighed and took a spot next to Damon on the couch to take all the information in and accept it.

"Why take Caroline though? She's just a PA right?" said Stefan as he looked to Damon.

Elena laughed. "Are you really that clueless Stefan? Caroline does almost everything for Damon, she's efficient, perceptive, intuitive, takes initiative, does over and above what she is paid to do and she is a great friend to both Damon and me. She puts up with him, which is why he likes her," explained Elena, her orbs penetrating Stefan's surprised gaze.

He looked to Damon and waited for him to deny it, but he didn't.

"Riight," said Stefan, still trying to take in the fact that Damon actually had friends.

"Shut it Stefan. Look, you have to work with me on this brother-"

"Are you kidding? Remember how that turned out last time? And correct me if I'm wrong but you were the one that said call it quits on being 'brothers' remember? You said once the Mikaelson's took over that it was every man for himself which is why we constantly argue and compete," said Stefan angrily, whom was merely pointing out history.

Damon remembered what he said, he always thought about it. But it was the office, it was cut throat as it was, he thought it would have been best.

"Well will you just forget it? This is war Stefan. We're brothers and we're sticking together on this one," said Damon as he used hand gestures to show his point.

And Stefan knew that once Damon started using his hands to show his point; he was serious.

"...fine. What do you propose? He's the CEO Damon; he's like God in this place," said Stefan skeptically.

Elena had been watching the brother's exchange and had rolled her eyes several times now. But she'd also be thinking.

"I say, give it a day," said Elena as folded her arms over her chest. "She'll either get fired and you can re-hire her because he'll never know or, he'll tell her to get back to you. You know how she is; she's strong minded. I mean, you put up with her Damon because most of the time you know she's right, but will the CEO accept that?"

Damon thought about it as he put an index finger and thumb to his chin in thought. "You have a point...fine. We'll give it a day."

Two hours passed and all he could think about was when he could start drinking. He kept looking at the alcohol cabinet to his right as he sat in his leather chair behind his desk, but, he had to set an example since he was the CEO.

He was about to get up when he heard a soft knock on the door. It was Caroline.

What does she want so soon? he thought with a frown. She probably has no idea what's going on and needs assistance.

Klaus stopped himself from rolling his eyes.

"What?" he barked as she looked at his computer screen and began to look over some documents about the magazine.

Caroline entered and rolled her eyes, seeing how Klaus didn't even have the decency to look at her. She had her clipboard in her hand.

"Do you want your schedule for tomorrow or not?"

This caused Klaus to look at her. He raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, I'll continue since you haven't answered. You have a ten o clock appointment with Rachal, the french model and her manager about the contract with our magazine for being the feature on the front cover next edition. An 11 o clock meeting with the board and then a 12 o clock meeting with your associates," explained Caroline, reading straight from her clipboard without looking up.

"And you got this from starting an hour ago?" he asked icily.

"Yes Mr Mikaelson. Also, I have a report waiting for you from accounts about the budget and I've also done the minutes from the last budget meeting as it was sitting on the desk when I got there. I took the liberty of sending it to the board and your associates since your signature was on the stamp. Also, I suggest you get a wardrobe in here, it would make it easier when you have a tight schedule and I could help you co-ordinate, if that's what you would like. Otherwise, just ignore what I said," she said as she finally cast her eyes on his blue ones.

She couldn't help but feel like she was under scrutiny with his glare.

"I see. I'll think about it," he said.

He wanted to just shoot himself for getting someone so smart and efficient; now he had to actually work.

"That's fine then. Well, I'm going home, unless there was something else you needed?" she said evenly, her chin pointing slightly up as if in a proud, haughty way.

Klaus smirked. "You could stay, sweetheart, if you like," he smiled. "But we'd have to be done by seven as I have a date."

Caroline was taken aback, and then she was disgusted. "H-how dare you?! You...you ought to be ashamed of yourself, Mr Mikaelson!"

Klaus's smirk dropped. Was she refusing him? "I take that as a no then, you really are an odd woman," he said, deep in thought, but then he simply shrugged and turned back to the computer screen.

The blonde couldn't believe her ears. She was the odd one? She was?! Instead of saying anything more, she turned on her heel and walked out.

She went to the reception desk and began to gather up her things and put them in her handbag.

"Oh, and don't go talking to Damon Salvator anymore, you're mine now, not his," said a cold voice from behind her. It echoed off the walls and marble floors, seeing how they were the only two people on this level now.

Caroline frowned and turned toward him. "Why?" she asked.

It was getting ridiculous now. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was playing with her like she was a toy, and Damon was the girl he stole the toy from.

But there was only so much of this she could take and damned her job to hell if she was going to continue this charade. Caroline looked at the CEO. He was standing there with a smirk, his arms folded over his chest as he leaned against the wall next to his office doors; staring at her with those evil icy blue eyes. He wasn't charming, he wasn't! He was a douche bag who played with peoples jobs because he could.

"If you do, you're fired."

And there was her limit.

"That's it!" she exclaimed as she turned around and snatched her bag from the table in anger.

Caroline then walked up to Klaus until she was but a metre away and pointed at him.

"Don't worry, you won't need to fire me Mr Mikaelson, because I quit," she said in a huff and watched as Klaus's smirk faded quite quickly. He was about to cut in but she decided that now would be the best time to tell him what she thought of his character.

"Oh and by the way, you think its funny to play with people's careers but its not. I don't know the history between you and Damon and I don't care. But he is my friend and a great boss and you just took me away from him because you don't like him. Well congratulations, now none of you can have me, because I'm leaving."

She put her handbag over her shoulder and began to leave, but was stopped by his cold voice.

"Caroline," he said warningly.

"And don't think that a woman will just automatically want to jump in the sack with you, because seriously?! You are a jerk, you're insensitive, egotistical and rude. Not to mention unappreciative. And if they do jump in the sack with you, its not because of your character, they're most likely after your money or status. I had an idea what you were like before I even met you, Mr Mikaelson, and my assumptions were proved to be right. Bye."

Klaus couldn't believe the gall of this woman. He was so surprised that he let her continue. He already knew most of those things, but he had never heard them being spoken to him like that; especially from a woman. He was so furious but at the same time, it was refreshing. Is this what Damon liked about her? Her honesty?

And for the first time since her tirade, he smiled.

"Caroline, wait," he said softly as he walked toward her. When she turned around at the lifts, he stopped. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Caroline raised an eyebrow. "What? I said I quit, remember?"

Klaus nodded in acknowledgement. "I know, sweetheart, and I said see you tomorrow."

With that he walked back into his office without so much as a word and Caroline was left shocked. What the fuck just happened?!

A/N: Well that's it. Please read and review and tell me what you think. thanks.