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Chapter 1: The Fashion President

Mikasa sighs heavily in exhaustion slumping into her work chair, it had been a hectic day at work and the black haired president wasn't handling it well. Towers of unfinished paper work was stacked on the left side of her desk while on the other her laptop shown with enough unread emails to make her sigh again into her hand.

After a couple seconds, she turns in her chair to zone out the window, observing the outside world. The rain pelted down like rocks, city lights flashing in the night, the clouds dark and ominous with an occasional flash of lightening.

"Great … like the rain wasn't enough" For the hundredth time that day she sighed into her hand before a knock echoed through her office from the large office doors. She whirled around in her chair, resting her elbows on the furnished wooden table.

"Come in!"

A few seconds passed before the door slowly swung open to reveal an attractive woman, entering with a joyful bounce in her step. Mikasa smiled lightly covering it with her hand, knowing full well why her secretary and good friend was so bubbly. The girl bowed in respect before offering a warm smile walking over to stand in front of Mikasa's desk.

"Excuse my intrusion Miss Ackerman but I w-"

"Miss Ral … do we really need such formalities?" Mikasa removed her hand to show her secretary the small smile she was hiding, in tern allowing Petra's to grow more vibrant. It was rare to see the cold eyed, emotionless president of the wealthiest, most powerful fashion designing company express herself even the tiniest bit.

A smile to Petra was like winning the lottery and anyone who witnessed it was extremely lucky. Work had contributed to Mikasa's already stoic personality; the work load doubling over the past two weeks whilst she had been dealing with relationship issues revolving around her x-boyfriend.

Petra continued to smile before nodding happily "I'm sorry, I'm just used to calling you by your surname during work that it slipped my mind …"

Mikasa only nods in acknowledgement before turning her attention back to her messy table, trying her best to stop another heavy sigh escape her lips. Petra cocked her head at Mikasa before her bright smile turned to concern after observing the state of Mikasa's desk, the monstrous amounts of work just waiting to be completed.

"So Petra what do you have to discuss with me…?" Mikasa's smile was still spread on her face, having the enthusiastic red head around always filled her with positive energy hence why she hired her as her personal secretary.

Petra went to happily answer "Oh well you s-"

"Don't tell me the male models are hitting on you again…?" Mikasa's face turns grim at the thought of her friend being ogled by perverted male employees she had willingly let into her company.

Petra only waves her hands dismissively with a reassuring smile "Oh, no, no Miss Ac- Mikasa … don't worry after I told Levi about it … well let's just say I doubt they will try a crack at me after the crack he left on their skulls"

The violent tale about the employees being physically attacked should've angered any hard working and famous president however it left a satisfied smile on Mikasa's face. The smile however disappeared as fast as it came "Don't tell me my female models are having a go at you as well … that's just … unfortunate" Mikasa mumbled before standing to face the window organizing a smaller pile of files to try convince herself she had made progress.

Petra's eyes went wide and she immediately tries to defend her female work mates, a little flustered "N-no I assure you Mikasa the last thing on their minds right now is hitching up a girl with a boyfriend as scary as mine…"

Mikasa simply nods again, allowing the room to be kept in silence until the silence began to irritate the black haired woman "So … despite your boyfriend punishing my deserving lecherous models, what was it you wished to discuss with me Petra…?" She asked monotone and Petra fiddled with the bottom of her shirt a little hesitant to reveal her purpose for visiting her best friend and boss.

"Well … I was wondering if maybe you'd l-"

"Absolutely not …" Mikasa's stern voice crumbles Petra's courage instantly, her face dropping however she pouts in defiance crossing her arms.

"I didn't even ask the question yet?"

Mikasa didn't bother turning, her voice still stern "You don't need to finish your sentence … I'm being polite and answering the question you've been asking for the past 2 weeks … and Petra…" Petra stared at Mikasa with big hopeful eyes.

"…I'M NOT GOING"

Petra exhales heavily in frustration at Mikasa's stubbornness. The fashion president places the neatly stacked papers inside a cabinet before turning to Petra with a hand on her hip, a humorless smile to prove her point. Petra tries her best to keep the defiance in her eyes but when Mikasa only stares at her unamused she sighs, the pout replaced with a weak pleading expression.

"Mikasa … everyone's worried about you …" Her voice holds genuine kindness.

"I don't see anyone else with you so … I guess you stand for everyone then?" Mikasa only rolls her eyes before sitting on her throne with an exasperated huff.

Petra loses her words for a moment, both now in silence before Petra's words cut through again "Everyone cares for you Mikasa and we have tried to get through to you … Me, Levi, Eren and Sasha, even Hanji … I know the break up with Jean has been hard … but you can't keep beating yourself over it … all you do is work Mikasa it isn't healthy, you need to get out, you need to be around people who care for you…" her smile is comforting, directed at Mikasa who only stares at her void of emotion.

"Petra I-"

"Mikasa … I'm not going to stop asking you to get off your ass and let loose for one night with all of us … and if I have to I will ask you every god damn minute of eve-

"Okay, okay Petra, you've made your point …" Mikasa then contemplates Petra's words and sighs heavily pinching the bridge of her nose, finally giving in to the red heads pleading requests to socialize. It took more energy to fight the small red head then it did to swim a marathon and the blacked haired beauty was too tired to argue.

"…Look … if I agree to this … to go out one night with all of you THEN will you finally drop the subject about me being a workaholic to avoid my problems…?" Petra beams cheerfully. Finally all her efforts to get the taller woman to agree to a night out with her and their friends finally paying off.

Without a second thought Petra's pounces over the table wrapping her arms around Mikasa, who is too tired to react and only grunts when Petra head butts her roughly. Both stumble on the work chair before eventually falling backwards, Petra hugging Mikasa cheerfully as they land on the ground with a thud.

Unamused Mikasa frowns down at Petra slightly, sitting up trying to prod the bubbly girl from her waist. "Petra please … calm yourself this isn't a big deal, you're overreacting again …"

Petra only giggles childishly before standing up, dusting herself off to offer her hand to Mikasa, with a large grin due to her victory "So Levi and a couple others are coming too … … meet me at my place at around 8pm…?" Mikasa scoffs, mumbling quietly to herself before sighing and grabbing Petra's hand to be hoisted up. The fashion designer only dusts herself before sighing for the hundredth and something time that day.

"8pm it is …"