Grimmjow propped up on the desk and grinned at the secretary. She was a beauty. Pale skin, large green eyes, black hair, black upper lip; she was the epitome of models. It was perfect that she was in the fashion industry. The plaque on her desk declared she was Ulquiorra Cifer. Masculine name for a chick, but whatever. The woman stood with a packet of folders and filed them away. Grimmjow gazed at the plump ass encased in tight leather. The female turned back around and walked back to the desk. She typed something into the top of the line computer and turned to write something in a notebook. She went to grab something under Grimmjow's arm. "Remove your arm from my desk."
"Ooo… So cold." Ulquiorra glared at Grimmjow. Grimmjow grinned at her.
"I will ask nicely once more, Remove your arm from my desk." Grimmjow set his arm more on the desk. The secretary glared at him until a beep was heard from the computer. Ulquiorra stood and peeked in the door. Grimmjow didn't hear anything but saw Ulquiorra nod. Ulquiorra turned to Grimmjow, "Sousuke will see you now." Grimmjow sighed and walked into the large office. A brown haired man was sitting behind the large desk. "Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez," it wasn't a question. "Yes sir."
"Your job will be to run errands for me. I would have Ulquiorra do so but he must be here to manage the phones and the company emails. I will give you three weeks to start; if I am unsatisfied you will not get the job." Yes, Grimmjow was going to be the errand boy. It was for a good reason, if he was ever going to get out of bondage with Kurosaki, he would need the money to pay for the fair that got him over. "Ulquiorra will give you your uniform in the morning, be here at seven a.m. sharp, understood?" Grimmjow bowed, "Yes, Sousuke-san." Sousuke waved a hand in dismissal and he stepped outside. Grimmjow grinned at the secretary, "You wanna get some coffee?" The pale beauty sighed, "If I do will you leave me alone?" "Most likely-" "Fine." Grimmjow grinned, Ulquiorra hadn't even heard the 'not' at the end of that statement. Ulquiorra stood, "Allow me to change." Grimmjow nodded and followed her to the stairs. Why were they taking the stairs? She was skinny enough, hell she was probably anemic or something. Grimmjow caught her wrist, "Why don't we take the elevator?" "Because it's slow and if you want to make any impression on Aizen-sama, you will be quick and the fastest way is the stairs." Grimmjow frowned, why was she telling him this? "But, we don't have to do any deliveries right now."
Ulquiorra pouted, he didn't want to take the elevator. They were cramped and pretty well a locked box. The blue haired maniac pulled him to the elevator. "Grimmjow please, I don't like them…"
Grimmjow turned to the black haired beauty. She'd just revealed a sharp secret. Grimmjow nodded, "Well take the stairs then." Ulquiorra gave him a grateful look then descended the stairs. Grimmjow followed him closely. Ulquiorra worked through a maze of desks and designers. Grimmjow didn't think this was the locker room. Ulquiorra ducked under the arm of a tall man to speak to a short blonde man. He was taller than Ulquiorra but shorter than Grimmjow. The man smiled and hugged Ulquiorra. Grimmjow stood to the side while the two chattered about whatever it was two fashinistas chattered about. Ulquiorra receded into a large closet and returned in baggy clothes that hid the sexy body. Grimmjow smiled at her, "Ready to go?" Ulquiorra sighed, "I suppose so."
(A/N): As promised (well a long time ago-ish) a IchiGrimm fic, but I cannot do a pure IchiGrimml. My mind simply refuses! So I shall do this. ;) Ichi's gonna come later!