Title: The ghost writer
Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to the BBC and its respective owners. I own nothing.
Pairing(s): Mergana / Arwen
Summary: La Fay Publishing. Or hell as Merlin likes to call it. And on top of all that the witch has decided to make him suffer further by taking on a new client – Arthur Pendragon. Modern AU.
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Prologue
It didn't make sense. He was here before her damn it and now he has to suffer her presence for the foreseeable future. He really should've taken the left turn straight to work and not suffer the indignity of her condescending attitude.
"Oh hey, it's you Merlin?"
Damn it all to hell.
"Were you following me?" she asked.
Sure, he was, to a coffee place that was conveniently the closest place to his flat that served the piss poor excuse for coffee. Oh yeah sure he followed her here at the nick of time while being late to work. See what he had to deal with here?
"Sure was. I just can't decide which of the two evils I followed here. You or the coffee."
Sarcasm dripped through every syllable while she regarded him with her arched brow and an amused expression. Okay, so she seemed in good mood, so maybe he could tolerate her for now.
"You know better than to use that tone with me Merlin."
So maybe that didn't sound that good to the bystanders around them waiting for their piss in a cup, but he was used to her trying to embarrass him at every turn. Not today Morgana, not today.
"Ah well, I am sure you will come with a proper retaliation when I get to work."
"I'm sure I will. Walk with me."
With that they grabbed their coffees and made their way through the busy streets of London. They worked in a small publishing office, so most of their time was spend reviewing books and all types of literature of aspiring writers. It was hell to say the least.
They entered the office and the immediate smell of paper and leather assaulted his senses. Yep this was home. Hell sure, but home nonetheless.
"Today's review material needs to be finished by the end of the week. Get to it Merlin."
Morgana said it all the while balancing her coffee and placing a large pile of paperwork and books on his desk. Yes, she was his boss. Unfortunately.
As he sat on the small chair and reviewed the work he had before him he saw a small post it at the top of the pile, she handed him to work on. On it was detailed what she wanted from him in a couple of concise sentences and at the end a smiley face was drawn.
He glanced at her office. By office he meant the place on the other end of the room with a bigger desk, a better view and a larger stack of paperwork. She drank her coffee while talking animatedly on the phone. She noticed his gaze and gave him a look as he pointed at post it notes. In return he got a mouthed 'get to it' all the while a smile and amusement were etched on her face.
Okay so maybe he liked this hell. Maybe it was because of her, but only a little. He took a deep breath and pulled his sleeves up before starting on his work, but not before glancing her way once more, a smile ached on his face the entire time.
Okay maybe he liked the place more than a little.