Work…

I was running a little bit late for my first day of work. I'll admit, I overslept. Hey, when you're working and going to school you get a little bit busy and you don't get as much sleep as you need so you have a tendency to slap the 'snooze' button on your alarm clock a few times. Besides, I was a girl in my 20's; I needed my beauty rest.

I was only ten minutes late; I just assumed that my boss wouldn't mind.

I assumed wrong.

"Dina, you're ten minutes late!" A man barked. There was something about his voice; it sounded masculine but it wasn't exactly deep. It was very clear though and his shout made you feel a little bit on edge.

"Sorry, sir." I muttered. I hated being addressed by my last name. My full name is Remedios Dina. I go by Remmy though, as you should know by now. Dina just sounds so harsh to the ears. I really hate it when people call me Remmy Dina too. It sounds too close to 'remedial.'

Ok, back to the story.

The man then proceeded to yell at me about my punctuality. I think I was more 'fashionably late' but I kept my mouth shut. I know, I know, that's pretty hard to believe that I didn't make a snide comment. I figured I'd just let him rant and storm off. See? I used my head for once.

So, I vacantly stared at him until he did eventually storm off. He was pretty attractive and really easy to stare at. He had silver hair with just a tint of brown in it. His bangs, if you'd call them bangs, were arched and split in the middle and framed his porcelain face. The rest of his hair was slicked back. His features were perfectly formed and they seemed perfectly proportioned. He had a long, graceful neck with a cravat tied around it and he was dressed in a burgundy suit made out of very nice fabric. It looked like he had some muscles under his shirt too. Hey, a woman knows. His tall form was rather intimidating and he stood about two feet away from me with his arms crossed ranting at me and staring at me with his cold and piercing eyes. I'd say that his eyes were his one fault--they were too cold.

After he finished, I bowed my head letting my violet ringlets fall in front of my face. "I'm so sorry, sir." I muttered, not looking at him. I pretended to be shy and I forced my eyes to get all glassy-looking like I was about to cry. I eventually looked up--timing is everything--and I toyed with my hair as I said "I'm truly sorry, sir. It won't happen again…" in my most dainty voice while making eye contact.

Now, most men would say 'that's ok' and maybe blush a little. I have always been covered in the looks department and men can get a little bit bashful and apologetic when a pretty girl looks like she's about to cry.

That's what most men do anyways. This guy didn't do that at all. He just glared at me with his cold eyes and told me to get to work.

Crestfallen, I wandered over to my desk and tried to find my bearings--it was my first day after all. I wanted to know important things, like how the computer worked and if Solitaire was installed. I wasn't given any instructions yet so I figured that I'd get to know my desk and my co-workers first.

I saw a girl with strait brown hair tied back in a pony tail sitting in the desk closest to mine. She seemed really quiet--dressed in a brown sweater and a matching vest and nice dress pants. She quietly typed away at her computer and once and awhile she pushed her round glasses up higher on her nose.

"Psst!" I tried to get her attention. "Hey!" I said a little bit louder in a horse whisper.

The girl snapped out of daze. "Yes?" She asked.

"Who's that guy?" I pointed to the office that the attractive guy who yelled at me walked into.

"Him?" She paused. "That's Edgeworth. He's a prosecutor."

My eyes widened. "Edgeworth as in Miles Edgeworth? I've read about him in legal journals…" My voice trailed off. "He's supposedly brilliant. He seems rather stuck up though; I don't like him."

"I think that he's just very serious about his job." The woman commented as she typed away on her computer.

"Hey," I said. She ignored me. "Hey!" I shouted a little bit louder. She looked back at me. "I'm Remmy, by the way."

"I'm Penny, Penny Nichols." We shook hands.

"What's your story?"

"Mine?" She put her hand on her chest. "I'm just working as a temp here to pay off some of my student loans; I'm going to be leaving in a few days to work at Global Studios."

"Hey, going into the film industry?"

"Yes, it's always been a dream of mine. I can't believe that I'm going to be working on the set of The Steel Samurai."

"That's great! I'll watch that show from time to time on Saturday mornings; it's pretty good."

"Oh really?" A crisp voice said. I turned around and looked at the man from earlier--Edgeworth. He was looming ominously overhead with his arms folded and a smug expression planted on his face. "Perhaps you could have used that time to do something productive."

I really wanted to say something like 'perhaps you could use some of your productive time to stop being such an asshole' but I didn't. I was hoping that my death glare said that for me.

Penny reverted back to her work.

"Dina, to my office. Now." Edgeworth snapped. He spun around on his heels and began to leave.

I sighed. He turned around and glared at me. I took it that he didn't like it when people showed 'disrespect' to him. If he was nice to me I'd be nice to him. Since he wasn't, I figured that I'd passively aggressively disrespect him. The cute act had no effect so I figured that I'd be passive aggressive. Just because. "Ok…" I muttered in a humdrum voice. I gradually strolled over to the office.

Well, I don't know quite how to describe his office other then that it was…fancy. It was a really nice office; polished light-wood floors, a giant book case covered the entire right wall and it was filled from top-to-bottom with files. His desk was really nice looking too and it was made of maple wood. There was a really fancy pink suit framed on the wall above a plush pink couch and a tea set near the back of the airy office.

"Nice office." I said, plopping myself on the couch.

"I didn't bring you here to engage in idle chatter." He poured himself a cup of tea. He looked sorta scary near the window. The morning light came pouring into the room and it gave him a mean-looking silhouette.

"I'll have some Earl Grey tea." I raised my index finger. He remained silent. I figured that he glared at me but I couldn't see because of the harsh light. I figured that it would be a good time to push his buttons but pretend to be absent minded and talk in a cheery voice. "Oh, you have a chess board? Do you want to play? I gotta warn you, I'm pretty good."

"Again, Dina, this isn't a social visit." He said through gritted teeth. He sat on his desk and folded his hands. The silhouette of him in the chair looked even scarier then the one of him standing. "I want to talk about your performance…"

"What about my performance? I haven't done anything."

"Precisely." He took a sip of his tea.

"You haven't told me to do anything yet."

"Well I'm telling you now." He grabbed a file of folders. "I want you to sort through this, ok? Write up a brief, and type up a memo." He tossed me a tape recorder. "This is what you're going to write for the memo."

"Aye aye capt'n!" I grabbed the files and briskly walked out of the office and over to my desk. It suddenly seemed far less impressive; the steel table and outdated computer just weren't as cool anymore.

I spent the rest of the day working. Well, I'll skip that part of the story because it was very boring. You're sitting here with me to get a break from work, not to hear all about it. I will tell you this though: Edgeworth was easy to work for on one occasion and one occasion only (other than that he was a total pain). It was when I typed up memos that he'd dictate. He talked really crisply and he was very to-the-point. He'd pile on the work though. Ah, I could hardly squeeze in time to talk around the water cooler or play solitaire. The worst thing is when I returned the work he didn't even thank me!

So that was how my first day went. I've been ranting for awhile. Why don't you go get some fresh air or something? Maybe get a cup of tea? If you do decide to get tea, could you bring me back a cup of Earl Grey? Thanks…

Note: Hey, I hope you like this story so far. I want Edgeworth and Remmy to have a different sort of relationship; not a romance (maybe later on) but a hate/hate relationship. Have you ever seen or read "One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest"? It's a great movie; I really want to read the book. Anyways, I want them to have a Nurse Ratchet/ R.P. McMurphy sort of relationship; a battle of whits. Except with more comedy thrown in there. Thanks for reading!