Hey there, back with another Luther fic! This one is about Luther and an OC, as it said in the summary, but it also gives some insight on the other people at Sphere, including Oreas, Aire, some other random people, Blair, the whole gang. With some luck, this shouldn't turn out crappy!

Seeing how we don't ever get to see what it is really like at the company and the folks in 4D space get hardly any screen time, I thought that I'd give my rendition. Hopefully it is somewhat accurate .

But since I'm against Yaoi (sorry) I had an urge to write this story with one of my favorite characters, Luther Lansfeld.

Nyway, hope you like it! (rated T for swearing and some other stuff)

She sat in her chair, three separate screens surrounding her on each side, her attention focused on the one in front. With one hand supporting her chin, she lazily watched as a small being, a character created by a player within the Eternal Sphere, dashed around a lush green environment, brandishing a sword as he fought his way through a massive army, letting out a terrible battle cry. Watching with little interest, having seen this sight hundreds of times before, she idly scanned through a file on her computer monitor, slowly clicking on things that caught her attention like annoying virus alerts and bugs that needed to be fixed.

A soft buzz caught her attention and she turned to her right, swiveling in her chair to face the display to her right, noticing the flashing yellow envelope at the bottom of the taskbar, informing her that she had received an email. She lifted her hand and placed a finger on the image, causing the letter to enlarge and encase nearly the whole screen, the print clear.

It read:

Amera,

I'll be out for several days, beta testing a new program that still is riddled with bugs. Please inform the others that I will not be available for a while. I hope this doesn't cause any problems. Should anything happen, please consult with the Owner immediently.

Blair Lansfeld

Amera stretched her arms out, releasing the tension within your limbs as she placed her hands above the translucent keyboard, returning a message with:

Blair,

Alright, I'll let them know.

Amera Phalan

She watched as the message was sent and turned back towards the main monitor, observing the character wielding the sword as he was brought to his knees, wounds having been inflicted upon him taking their toll as his life was quickly ended by the approaching militia. She smiled, knowing that some place far away, there was a boy cursing his monitor as he watched his creation crumble in defeat.

Working for Sphere wasn't entirely difficult. A majority of her tasks were flatting bugs and fixing errors found by players or part of the programming team which wasn't as hard as many though it would be. Her relationship with her fellow coworkers, Oreas, Aire, Leiria, and Shar, was healthy and they got together occasionally for an outings, leaving work behind as they enjoyed a quiet lunch or dinner.

Their association with their boss, however, was secure, to say the least. Luther Lansfeld, Owner of the Sphere Company, rarely concerned himself with his staff, choosing to communicate with them through the dreaded email or intercom, knowing full well that the only time he ever socialized was to give them corrections or the demand for improvements in their responsibilities. They hardly saw him face to face, which the programmers didn't seem to mind, harboring a slight unhealthy dread of their superior's reprimands.

Amera was no different. She had only met Luther once when she had first joined the team, greeted by the Owner himself and his sister, Blair as they gave her a less-than-warm welcome into the company. It was well over two years ago but it had been hard to forget as he towered over her with his height, watching her with cold blue eyes shielded by his blond hair that bent slightly into his face, acknowledging her with only a negligible nod. Amera held out her hand in a polite gesture to become acquainted with her future boss

"Hello, Amera Phalan," she said, introducing herself with a forced smile, hoping he would accepted the act. But Luther refused to return the deed and stood, moving his eyes between her hand and her face, causing her to lower her fist in a sheepish act of denial, putting on an awkward face.

"I believe I know who you are, Miss Amera. Putting aside your ignorance, welcome," he said, his voice unexciting and uninterested.

Maybe he's a germaphobe, she thought, trying to reassure herself that her prospect of a vocation at Sphere wasn't going to be shot down because of her attempt to get on the right footing with the executive.

Blair had been more considerate and familiarized herself formally, offering a smile to calm Amera's nerves, knowing that they had been wracked at the sight of her intimidating brother. She had led her away out into the workspace where she and her soon-to-be coworkers shared, presenting her with her own office and latest computer.

"Here we are," Blair had said, stepping up into a rather small but comfortable seat surrounded by 3 massive mainframe displays. "I believe that this is your station."

"Uh, thank you, Ms. Lansfeld," Amera, replied, glancing around at the screens. Blair placed her hands on her elbows, nodding her head.

"Please, just Blair. Such official wording makes me feel old," she said with a smile, noticing her counterparts somewhat edgy approach. "Is there something wrong?"

Amera snapped out of her daze and blinked several times, tearing her eyes away from the monitor as several icons began blinking. "No, no, nothing. I was just…thinking."

"About what, may I ask?"

"It isn't anything important, please, never mind."

The elder raised an eyebrow, but dropped the subject, giving a friendly beam. "If there is anything you need help with or would like to say, feel free to speak to either me or one of the other programmers. I'm afraid that the Owner is far too busy to have us meet with him directly, I'm still quite surprised that he came to greet you. It is rather unlike him."

"I suppose I should feel flattered then," Amera said, reflecting on the man she had just met minutes before.

"Well, as a word of advice, do your best and don't slack. If there is anything that the Owner hates, it is people who are inefficient and unprofessional about their work. Needless to say, that is why you've been hired, to fill the spots that were left open when the Mr. Luther weeded out those not completely loyal or absolute about their careers." A slight frown came over Blair as she thought on the topic, but pushed it aside, gesturing for Amera to glace at the monitor. "You're familiar with how this program works, correct?"

"Umm yes, of course. I don't think I'd be here if I didn't," Amera responded with a grin, following Blair as she led her out to meet the rest of the employees.

That Luther guy, she thought, he hardly seems like the one the media portrayed. But I guess that's their way of getting attention. She smiled politely as the Owner's sibling introduced her to her other equals, mind in a different place, pondering over her position.

Well, there's the beginning. With any luck, I haven't lost too many of you gives sheepish grin I'll be back with more later!