"Fuck!" Riku muttered silently, cursing his alarm clock that decided to ring 20 minutes before he had to be at work.
He quickly rushed around his apartment with a toothbrush stuck in his mouth, pulling on his shoes and shoving his necessary items for work into a briefcase. He cursed a the alarm clock again, this time more loudly as he checked in the mirror on his hair. His silver hair was in a frenzied mess. It was all over the place, he quickly patted it down trying to fix it. Only to have it end up looking like a failed bird's nest. His head was pounding at every minute. He was quite hungover, which he blames on Axel.
Axel had called him last night, his voice trembling and he was in tears. His girlfriend, Xion had just broken up with him just minutes before. Riku of course being the best friend that he is, invited the broken hearted boy over to drown his tears out in ice cream and random flicks. The ice cream and movie idea ended being a long talk that included lots of alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
The breakup just had to occur the day before Riku started with a new client, at 7:00 AM no less.
As he ran out to his silver Lexus in anger, he wondered why he had even taken the job. He always expected to be living in California but never expected that his job be something random and unimportant as a personal assistant. The phrase made him cringe. Why did he have to be so utterly good at something that made him so made. Sometimes he regrets not going College. Maybe if he did he would have gotten a better job than a personal assistant.
It all started as something that would help bring in a little extra money so he could finish up his credits and so he could find a steady job. Axel told him that it would a simple job and easy as can be, telling to stay for a few months to get a steady cash flow.
But here he was, 3 years later. The 20-year-old personal assistant extraordinaire.
He became very good at what he did. He was always on time, able to fetch whatever was needed, always was able to charm the pants off anyone he came in contact with.
But Riku was tired. Axel had quit years ago, but Riku stayed, he was doing great at it and became too focused and consumed by it to never bothering to leave to achieve his real dreams.
"This is the last time." Riku muttered under his breath as he pulled into a parking spot, adjusting his tie before trudging out to make it to the doors of Tesstar Personal Assistance offices just before the clock turned 7:00
Riku collapased into the chair near his boss' office, gently sipping on his Starbucks coffee hoping to perk him up enough to leave a good impression on his future client.
"Riku!"
Riku spun around to see his boss, Larxene Tesstar walking...no wait...stalking towards him with a devilish grin perched on her face.
Riku inwardly cringed at his boss. No one around the office knew how old she was, or dared to ask. Well one person did ask. No one saw him every again after that day. She was a strange lady with very unique hair with two of the strands sticking out, resembling insect antennae.
"Hello Larxene, how are you this fine morning?" Riku asked politely.
"Well Riku, i'm so much better now that you're here, looking especially handsome this morning. And I'm sure i'll be better once I get a look at you from the back." She purred, her hands drifting to his shoulders, steadily creeping her manicured nails down his right bicep.
"Oh stop Larxene, you're flattering me." Riku spoke, grinning with as much charm as he could muster, taking in the way her face lit up into a smirk, which only only just further confirmed how incredibly gay he was.
Larxene cooed a response as she ushered Riku into her office to begin the process of pairing with a new client. Riku collapsed on into a chair, waiting patiently for his boss to tell him what old, scraggly and crusty CEO he would be attending to next.
"It is to you that I come with an interesting client, Riku." Larxene started. "I know you usually manage older gentleman, but we have come into contact with someone around your age who needs an assistant."
Riku snorted. Who in their right mind around his age would need an assistant?
"Now this client is actually someone you may have heard before, he is the grandson of the founder of a very large and renowned company, and I am trusting you with this client, this relationship can potentially be very beneficial financially and publicity-wise to our company."
Riku perked up instantly. He he would get to be a personal to a celebrity. Maybe he would stick around the company for just a while longer.
"Who is it?"
"In due time you will know Mr. Grayson, I love a good surprise." Larxene explained, before ushering him off to wait until the mystery celebrity arrived.
Riku groaded at his boss' glee at withholding the information, furiously glancing at the clock in frustration. He had to wait 30 minutes to find out this famous, mystery man he would be attending to.
Riku thought of all the young male grandsons of famous people that owned large companies. Mentally judging who would be the best person to be an assistant for. Granted though he couldn't think that many people.
Impatiently, Riku grabbed his phone from his briefcase to send a text to his brother Sephiroth, who no doubt would be able to come up with names he could theorize about.
Riku: Heyyy Sephy poo. Can you do me a favor and think up of young grandsons of founders of famous companies for me?
The response was instantaneous
Sephiroth: If you ever say that name again I will go over to where you live and murder you in your sleep.
Sephiroth: Idk Paris Hilton...?
Riku: I said grandSON not grandaughter...
Sephiroth: Why do you care so much?
Riku: Because my next client that im working for is the grandson of the founder of a famous company
Sephiroth: I see. Well there's Marluxia Bloomsfield the grandson of the founder of Bloomsfield Estates, Cecil Harvey grandson of the founder of Harvey Hills Hotels and Sora Leonhart grandson of the founder of Leonhart Enterprises.
Riku: Is that all you can think of?
Sephiroth: Well there aren't exactly a lot of them.
Riku glanced back at the clock, informing him of the impending meeting.
Riku: Shit I have to go meet this mystery man
Sephiroth: Don't fuck him.
Riku: Hey! Not everyone I come into contact with turns gay
Sephiroth: Whatever you say King Gaydas
Riku: Fuck you
Sephiroth: Love you too little brother :)
Riku shut his phone off, straightened himself up, and set off downstairs conference room where they spoke to high-profile clientele.
Riku couldn't help but feel his nerves kick in as he walked downstairs. The names Sephiroth gave him stayed with him. There was Marluxia Bloomsfield, the grandson of Kuja Bloomsfield who founded Bloomsfield Estates. From what he heard about in the tabloids, Marluxia seems to be the out of the top flamboyant homosexual that he is. Great... getting stuck with a flaming flamingo.
Then there was Cecil Harvey, grandson of Kluya Harvey founder of Harvey Hills Hotels. From what Riku could remember hearing about him, he was a quiet individual never catching too much attention from the media. So his choices could be 1. A flaming flamingo or 2. A quiet guy.
The last person Sephiroth had told him was Sora Leonhart. The young socialite and grandson of Squall Leonhart founder of Leonhart Enterprises the famous car company. Sora appeared a lot on the tabloids from what Riku could remember. He was a very gorgeous person. He had those piercing aquamarine eyes that smoldered each one of the gushing girls who stalks him...and that hair. Oh my, how gorgeous was that head of hair? His chocolate spikes that defied gravity and went of in a myriad of directions. And those lips, all pink and plump...
Riku shook himself out of his daydream, an uncomfortable and unwelcoming tightness in his pants started accompanying him as he walked.
He also reminded himself of what else he saw in the news. Sora Leonhart was a woman-loving, man-whore who always had girls accompanying him wherever he went. He seems like a rather huge tool.
Riku forced all thoughts out of his head as he made way into the conference room. Pushing open the door, all he met was blue.
Le GASP! New story time. I know I have another story to be writing but I kinda got bored with it so I decided to work on this instead. Tell me if you guys like it or not. 3 guesses to who is behind that door :)