I was trying my hardest to sleep last night, but this scene kept playing itself in my mind's eye and I couldn't wait to write it down. I really should be doing my work right now, but Grell and Sebastian are more important. The Mayor of my city can wait! (Yes, I work with the Mayor of my city *bask in my importance* hehe)
Anyways, onward to chapter two!
Grell stood by the elevator unable to move. Even after Sebastian and the other handsome man, Claude, disappeared from his view, Grell just stood there.
Why can't I keep my mouth shut? Now there's no way he will hire me! I called him such terrible things to his face! And that jerk! He played along with it!
"Sebastian is such a devil." He said. "He scares everyone at the office." He said.
Gah! What a handsome son of a b-
"Mr. Sutcliff?" a young blonde man with piercing blue eyes asked him.
"Eh?" All Grell could do was nod.
"Good. You are just in time." He smiled at him. "My name is Alois. Mr. Michaelis just walked in. Follow me and he will meet with you shortly." He motioned for Grell to follow him. "Do you smell coffee?" He turned back around to face Grell.
"Eh? No! No coffee." Grell laughed nervously, using his now empty hand to pat his head in an attempt to calm himself as he followed Alois to what he assumed was Michaelis' office.
Why do I even bother? He probably hates me. With his smug smirk and shit.
"Hmm… It's a rather strong scent." Alois tapped his lips with his index finger thoughtfully. "Must be coming down with something if I'm smelling coffee, huh?"
"I suppose." Another nervous giggle escaped Grell's lips.
Alois slid open the door to the office. "Please take a seat. Sebastian will be right with you."
"Mhmm." Grell entered and Alois slid the door shut.
Grell took in all the room's décor.
A desk made out of glass? This guy! And all the furniture is black leather! I bet he's a douchebag.
A heavy sigh escaped Grell's lips as he sat down on the rolling chair in front of the desk. He clutched his papers close to his chest, biting his lips, and nervous as hell.
After two minutes, Grell started to relax. Sebastian wasn't here yet. He relaxed onto the chair, putting all his weight on the back of it. Suddenly, the chair leaned back giving Grell a mini heart attack.
"Oh! My gosh!" He shrieked as he threw his papers in the air and desperately tried to hold onto the glass desk. "I almost died!"
Grell laughed at himself. He was being so silly.
Another five minutes passed. Grell was rocking himself back and forward in the chair.
"So, aside from being a jerk, he thinks the world revolves around him. Hmph!" Grell pouted. "He won't even hire me. I should just leave." He continued to push himself back and forward, seriously thinking about just leaving. "Nah. Will is going to be upset if I don't even try; even though I've pretty much ruined my chances." He let an exaggerated sigh escape his lips as he pushed the chair as far back at it would go. "Shit!"
Grell pushed a bit too far back. The two front wheels of the chair rose in the air and the two back wheels rolled forward causing Grell to plummet into the floor, slamming his head on the floor.
"OWIEE!" Grell cried out as he massaged his injured head better. Grell pouted and whined. His legs up in the air, too hurt to move.
"Honestly, Mr. Sutcliff. You appear to be a walking disaster."
Grell's eyes shot open and directed them to the figure hovering over him. Sebastian Fucking Michaelis! His face grew two shades darker than his hair as he rolled over on his hands and knees.
"Mr. Michaelis! Please forgive me. I was being careless! I didn't-" Grell started ranting.
Sebastian couldn't help but smirk. This redhead was a hazard to himself, it was far too hilarious.
"Sutcliff, do stand up, lest someone walk in and see our position as something it is not."
"Huh?" Grell gave the man above him a questioning look and if his face could get any redder, it would have. He was on his hands and knees in front of Sebastian, his face right in front of the other man's crotch. "Gah! I'm so sorry, sir!" But he was too embarrassed to move. Grell's face fell, a pout evident on his face.
This just keeps getting better and better! Grell thought in bitter sarcasm.
"Here." Sebastian offered him his hand. "I'll pretend this morning and the catastrophic scene of a few seconds ago did not occur."
"About this morning sir," Grell took the offered hand. "I'm sorry. I had no idea-"
"Ah." Sebastian placed his finger on Grell's lips silencing him. "What ever are you talking about, Mr. Sutcliff?"
"Sebastian! The report-" A young man with beautiful blue-grey hair and amazing dual colored eyes entered the office. He clenched his fists at the sight before him. Sebastian holding the hand of some idiot redhead and his finger on said redhead's lips.
"Oh, Ciel. I gave the report to Claude about ten minutes ago." Sebastian told the boy releasing the redhead from his hold.
"Who the hell is that?" the boy asked, trying but failing at hiding his evident anger.
"Ciel, I would like you to meet Grell, my new personal assistant." Sebastian said as he walked to the smaller boy and patted his head.
"Hi." Grell waved at the cute boy with a smile. So he got a job after all? He couldn't believe it.
"Tch. You were only to get a secretary, Sebastian. A personal assistant isn't in the budget." He said as he pushed Sebastian's hand away from him. And staring at Grell with cold eyes, he added, "Leave. Now."
Grell's face spelled shock.
This little bitch!
"Listen, you little b-"whatever profanity was about to escape Grell's lips was silenced by Sebastian. Sebastian wrapped an arm around Grell's waist, covered his mouth with the other, and pulled his back to rest on his chest.
"Mr. Phantomhive, please." He put emphasis on the boy's name. Phantomhive? Great! This fucking brat was the main owner of Funtom! "Grell is my personal assistant, and do not worry about his salary. I will pay him out of my own pocket." He smiled at Ciel. "Besides, he has a minor in art. I'm sure that, if given the opportunity, he can design Funtom quality toys."
Grell's heart was beating fast. His boss was holding him so close, so intimate and he was defending him from his associate. And how did Mr. Michaelis know he had an art minor? He hadn't mentioned it to him. So much was happening, he could hardly keep up.
"Whatever." Ciel scoffed and turned to the door. "Have the next report ready by five. Give it to Alois no later than that."
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian answered with a smirk.
Ciel turned to face Sebastian, a light blush on his face. "Don't call me that!"
"Of course, my little Lord." Sebastian replied.
"Sebastian!" Ciel shrieked, his blush getting heavier. "I'm leaving!" And he stormed out of the office.
After the door slid itself close automatically, Sebastian released Grell.
"Mr. Sutcliff, do refrain from calling Ciel, your other boss, derogatory names. You will be my personal assistant. You will answer only to me, but in an emergency, should one ever occur, you will also answer to Mr. Ciel Phantomhive and Mr. Claude Faustus, the foul mouthed gentleman whom greeted us at the elevator earlier. Do your best. Do be punctual. Do be respectful. And do try to be less… of a walking disaster." These words left Sebastian's mouth in a single breath. Grell almost couldn't keep up with it.
Did he just call me a disaster? This douche! "Mr. Michaelis-" Grell started.
"Sebastian, Mr. Sutcliff. I'm not that old yet."
Grell nodded. "Mr. Sebastian, I didn't even do the interview, and I am not qualified to be a personal assistant."
"Well, the secretary position will be given to this young lady, Elizabeth. I had decided this before lunch. But I forgot I still hadn't finished with my interviews." Sebastian stated matter-of-factly. "I liked your attitude, and not many employees are brave enough to call me a demon dictator to my face."
"Mr. Sebastian, if I may. I wouldn't have called you those things had I known it was you."
"That may be so, but still." In truth, Grell had made Sebastian laugh and smile more in a few minutes than anyone had in his lifetime. "Anyways, Mr. Sutcliff-"
"Sir, if I am to call you Sebastian, then please call me Grell."
"Alright, Grell. You may go for today, but rest assured, the job is yours. Arrive tomorrow at 8:00, we shall make a schedule that fits both our needs, I will go over the rules of this company, we shall review the contract, and I will explain what will be expected of you. There will be an hour lunch break from 12:00-1:00 and you must dress professionally. Other than that, I will tell you all you need to know tomorrow. Understood?"
"Yes Mist… Sebastian."
