Even an elevator ride from the thirty second floor to the ground wasn't enough time for Tweek to come to terms with the fact he was the CEO's secretary.

And said CEO was single.

Shaking his head, Tweek gripped the strap of his satchel as the elevator doors opened. He didn't even know this guy's sexuality! A huff of breath escaped Tweek's lips as he took the time to look around the lobby as he stepped off the elevator. It was spacious, the design sleek and welcoming. The walls were painted a light blue with gray trimming along the base and top of the wall, a small water fixture fitted into the wall behind the receptionist's desk. A fire place sat by a little seating area that was fitted with gray couches and white pillows, the entire area radiating warmth and comfort. Tweek found himself smiling a bit as he did a small twirl around the center of the lobby, blushing a bit as he caught the eyes of the red headed receptionist.

"I take it the job interview went well?" She said, chuckling a bit as she turned back to the finger nail she was filing. Tweek cleared his throat, slowly approaching the desk.

"How-how did you know I had an interview?" He asked, the girl letting out a chuckle.

"Please, I've seen countless people come in for interviews. They all radiate the same sort of energy."

"S-Shut up with-with that energy bu-bullshit, Tricia." A new voice laughed, Tweek turning his head to see a man walking behind the desk. He had crutches, but he was nicely dressed and had a nice smile, Tweek noticed. The woman set his crutches aside after he sat down, a smile crossing her face.

"You know I can read people's aura's, Jimmy."

Jimmy.

"N-No you cannot. I don't-I don't care if y-you are the CEO's s-sister. I c-call bull-bullshit."

Tweek blinked, gasping quietly to himself.

"You, um, you said your name was Tricia?"

"Well, Jimmy said it, but yes, that's my name."

"And…he-Jimmy-he said you were the-"

"CEO's sister? Mhm. Tricia Tucker, kiddo." She laughed, thrusting a hand forward. Tweek blinked, but found a smile tugging lightly at his lips.

"Tweek."

Jimmy leaned against the palm of his hand, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he smirked.

"T-Tweek?"

"Yeah. It-long story short, my name is Tweek Tweak. First name with two e's and last name with an a after the e." He explained, the additional information somewhat of a mantra to him at this point in Tweek's life.

"Wow your parents must hate you." Tricia snorted, the blonde squinting slightly as he thought.

"I wouldn't say that. I just don't know…why they chose the name Tweek."

"It-it's s-spicy. I like i-it." Jimmy said. The comment made Tweek smile, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.

"Thanks."

Tricia leaned back in her chair, clicking on the computer in front of her. "So, did you get the job? You still haven't answered my question, blondie."

Tweek watched her nails click across the laptop, the sound resonating within him.

"I did, yeah."

"What?!" Tricia gasped, looking up with wide eyes. "My brother hired a male secretary?! Fuck! He's so typical!"Tricia giggled, grabbing her phone and unlocking it. The comment made Tweek blink in surprise, but Jimmy piped up before Tweek could ask.

"Craig…Craig c-can be…p-predictable."

"I don't…understand?"

"Mr. T-Tucker is an a-ass fucker, if-if you catch my d-drift."

The blonde stared at the man in front of him, finger tips pounding to the rhythm of his racing heart.

"Wh-excuse me?" Tweek choked out, adjusting his glasses as they slid down his nose.

"My brother has a boner for cute blonde twinks like you. Well, any guy really, but particularly blonde twinks." Tricia giggled, acrylic nails tapping against the glass of her phone. Do I really scream twink? Tweek thought for a moment, staring down at his outfit choice before whining low in his throat. Oh…yeah, fuck, I'm the definition of a twink.

"Wh-when do you start?" Jimmy asked, typing on his computer for a moment before looking up at Tweek.

"Tomorrow."

Tricia's eyes lit up slightly, the red head setting her phone aside. "Mmm. He's starting you quick."

The comment made Tweek choke out a laugh, feet shuffling back and forth as he tried to think of something, anything, to say.

"I…yeah! I-I, um, yeah I guess so!" He breathed out, Jimmy smiling a bit. Oh yeah. He is definitely down here greeting people because of that charming smile. "I, uh, should get going. Bit of a drive home."

Tricia hummed quietly, raising an eyebrow. "Commuter?"

"I live about an hour outside the city. I hope to move in with Bebe Stevens soon. She, um, works here. Director of Sales. You-you probably knew that. Um…yeah, I…can't move in yet. I just…need more money." Tweek muttered, looking down at his feet. Jimmy leaned back in his chair, glancing over at the phone on Tricia's side of the desk as it rang. Both men watched for a moment as she went into the greeting she's been told to say, but it was Jimmy who broke the silence of the conversation.

"Well, we-we'll see y-you tomorrow morning then, Twink."

Tweek blinked as he turned to leave, blushing a bit as he looked Jimmy up and down.

"Tweek." He corrected, but Jimmy smirked.

"I-I know."

Interviews were the first thing on Craig's to-do list today.

One thing done, nine more things to go.

Between meetings, budget plans, listening to pitches from other companies, visiting each department to check on their daily progress, and making his weekly trip to the actual brewery, it was safe to say Craig Tucker had his hands full today. Any silence his office had to offer was welcomed, but-

"Mr. Tucker," As always…it was short lived. "I finished the paperwork for Mr. Tweak's hiring. Just need you to sign off." Wendy said, passing the newly made file over towards her boss. Craig made a quiet hum as he grabbed the pen from behind his ear, scribbling his initials on the dotted line. Thank god for Wendy. He hated human resources when he was on the bottom, but he realizes now, at the top, that HR just makes his life easier.

"Thanks, Wendy." He mumbled, leaning back in his chair as Wendy made her way towards the door.

"When he comes in tomorrow, send him to my office. I have some paperwork he'll need to fill out. Oh.," She chuckled a bit before opening the door. "Clyde and Token are outside. They asked me to ask you if they could come in." Wendy said. Looking up from the cigarette he just pulled out, Craig smirked a bit as he let out a puff of air, giving a small nod as his answer. His eyes moved over towards the door as Wendy left, two familiar faces entering the door frame as he flicked his lighter.

Clyde snorted as he walked in, making a beeline for the cart of alcohol in the corner of the office. "Little early for a cigarette break."

"Little early to be drinking." Craig bit back, speaking around his cigarette. Token smiled at the small banter as he sat in the chair in front of Craig's desk, watching the smoke leave his lips and fill the air.

"How did the interviews go?" Token asked after Clyde joined them, the brunette sitting in the other open seat. Craig shrugged, inhaling once more as he leaned back in his chair.

"Fine. I got my secretary so that's all that matters."

Clyde's eyes widened, choking on his drink at the news. "How hot is she?!"

"He is fine," Craig muttered, glaring at Clyde from across his desk. The brunette frowned but paused for a moment as he thought.

"Well, okay, is he fine? Or is he fiiiiiine?"

Craig groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand that wasn't holding his cigarette.

"How have I not fired you yet?" Craig grumbled, Token laughing softly as he stood to grab his own drink.

"I sometimes ask that same question, Tucker."

"Hey!" Clyde gasped, setting his drink on Craig's desk. "I am good at being the Director of Operations, so don't be all 'we should fire Clyde!' because you know I'm good!" Clyde smirked as he grabbed his drink, holding the glass up as a silent 'cheers' towards the two men in the room. As much as Craig would love to disagree with Clyde, he knows Clyde is good at his job. He really makes sure everything is running smoothly both at the office and the brewery, and he has ever since Craig appointed him nearly five years ago. And Token? Token has been the best Director of Marketing that Craig could have asked for. All of Craig's directors have been incredible and such hard workers, which, in return, makes Craig's job much easier as CEO.

"Anyways," Craig sighed, looking at Token as he sat back down with his drink. "His name is Tweek. He's the guy Bebe always mentions. Her best friend, or something."

"Maybe if Clyde gets on this kid's good side, he could have a chance with Bebe." Token teased, sipping at his drink. Face twisting upwards, Clyde shot Token a look, one that would make a child potentially laugh since it was such a bad attempt at being serious.

"Mind your own business, Black."

"I don't like the way you said my last name."

Exhaling slowly, Craig stood up from his chair, arm crossed across his chest and gripping onto his bicep. He ignored the quiet banter between his friends behind him, taking a moment to look down at the streets that were thirty-two floors below. Despite all the hardships he's faced over the past five years, Craig had to admit: this office was worth it all. He never got tired of being able to look out at this city and what it had to offer, and, way down below, Craig swore he saw a bundle of sunshine hair leaving the building.

He could get used to seeing that when he looked out the window.

"You got the job?!"

The pure delight in his mother's voice made Tweek smile as he walked through Central Park, not in any rush to get home.

"I did! I'm actually really excited to start working, too. I start in the morning." Tweek breathed out, plopping down on a nearby bench. It was a nice fall day in September and Tweek felt like today was literally him turning over a new leaf. Just like the trees are currently dropping their old leaves, Tweek is shedding his old skin for a new one. A bit of a morbid analogy, but it works.

"Well I'm so glad, sweetheart! Why don't you spend the night with Bebe tonight?"

"Don't you need me to work in the shop tonight?"

"Well, if you have work in the morning, I wouldn't want you driving all the way home for one simple shift. It's not like your father and I can't handle it. You and Bebe should celebrate! A night on the town!" Mary Tweak laughed, the sound making Tweek snicker quietly.

"You do have a point…"

"Don't worry about us. Enjoy your time in the city tonight."

"Well, I don't know my schedule for the week yet, so I'm not one hundred percent sure when I'll be home."

Mary let out a soft laugh, the couch creaking as she shifted. "Sweetheart, you are twenty-five years old. You don't have to tell me when you will or won't be home."

Looking out of the water, Tweek let out a quiet hum as he bit his lip. Should I bring him up?...Probably.

"Is your computer nearby?"

"Yes, dear."

"Do me a favor?"

"Yes, dear."

"…look up my boss."

There was a brief pause between the two Tweaks, Mary letting out a puff of air as she grabbed her laptop.

"Odd request, but okay?"

"No-no just…trust me on this one."

"What's his name?"

"…Craig Tucker."

Just saying his name made Tweek's stomach flip, and in a way, that made him really nervous.

He hasn't even officially worked one shift and he can't get his boss out of his head. Continuing to stare out onto the water, Tweek waited with shaky breath for his mother to say something, anything. A minute had gone by, and Tweek was still waiting on his mom to say-

"Oh my god."

There it was.

"W-What?"

"Oh my god. He…wow. He's a very pretty man."

With a sigh, Tweek dropped his head into his hand, rubbing at his eyes under his glasses. It's gonna be an interesting first day.

"I was afraid you would say that, mom."

Bebe didn't get off work until six that night, and seeing Tweek had about three hours to kill, he opted to go shopping for some work outfits. Now, Tweek was always a little more…progressive when it came to his outfit choices. He was a twenty-five-year-old gay man. A twenty-five-year-old gay man who is often a little more feminine and androgynous then most men. However, Tweek didn't mind that. He used his femininity to his advantage and would wear outfits that men wouldn't even think of wearing. For instance, outfit number one that Tweek bought was a black pencil skirt, white button up, and mustard yellow cardigan. Every outfit was business casual (borderline professional) and it gave Tweek a sense of power he didn't think he would ever find. Yeah, he was just a secretary, but he was a secretary for a very important man in the New York City business world. He wanted to dress to impress.

And Tweek wouldn't mind impressing a Mr. Craig Tucker.

By the time Tweek finished up his shopping, he saw that it was just about the time that Bebe should be getting home. She lived in Soho, which wasn't too far from the Financial District where TNT headquarters is located. But considering Tweek was up by Times Square, it would definitely take some time for him to get back to Bebe's. A quick hop, skip, and a jump on the subway (as quick as Tweek could with the NYC subway system), Tweek found himself pressing Bebe's buzzer, a smile crossing his face as he heard her voice through the intercom.

"That you, babe?"

"Yes, babe."

The door to the building buzzed before clicking open, Tweek using his shoulder to push it the rest of the way open. Four flights of steps aren't that bad to Tweek, but he underestimated four flights of stairs with six shopping bags in his hands. Upon reaching Bebe's door, Tweek decided to use his foot to knock, kicking lightly against the door.

"Someone was busy." Bebe laughed as she pulled the door open. Tweek snorted, walking past her towards the spare room that would soon hopefully be his for real.

"I needed to get some work outfits."

"Ooo are they sexy?"

Tensing, Tweek stopped walking and looked over his shoulder, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.

"Well…maybe."

"Please tell me you'll try and sleep with him."

Tweek let out a yelp, quickly shuffling to set his bags down. "Who is him?!"

"Don't play coy!" Bebe called out, holding the plate of Chinese food out towards Tweek. In his haste to set everything down, Tweek completely missed all the take-out containers on the counter top. "You know who him is."

"No, uh, no I-ngh-don't." He hissed, taking the plate of food from the blonde in front of him.

"Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome! Craig Norman Tucker!"

Tweek turned his head slowly, his mouth filled with food as his eyes widened.

"Norm'n?!"

"It's bad, I know, but ignore that part! YOU, Mr. Tweek Aster Tweak-"

"Eugh, don't use my middle name."

"Have a chance to sleep with the sexiest and richest man in Manhattan!"

Tweek let out a soft huff, stabbing at the noodles on his plate. It wasn't the worst thing to think about. He wouldn't deny that Craig wasn't attractive, because Tweek will always acknowledge an attractive man. But his boss? That…that's risky territory.

"Wait," Tweek gasped, looking at Bebe. "You knew he was gay!"

Now it was Bebe who froze, her brown eyes wide as she looked up.

"Huh?"

"You didn't say he was gay when we were in your office! I found out from-from…fuck…oh! From Jimmy and Tricia down at the reception desk! They told me!" The news of Tweek finding out Craig's sexuality through Tricia and Jimmy was amusing to Bebe, a snort echoing through the apartment as she continued eating.

"You met them? They're a hoot and a holler those two. Jimmy and Craig were best friends growing up and Tricia…well, I'm sure she told you she's Craig's sister."

"I'm surprised she isn't up in the offices." Tweek said. Bebe shrugged a bit, taking a sip of her wine.

"I don't think she wanted an office job. She likes fucking around and the receptionist desk is perfect for that." She chuckled, shrugging slightly. They fell quiet while they finished their first plate of food, Tweek's face heating up as he thought of something.

"Hey Bebe?"

"Mm?"

"Would you…help me pick out my outfit for my first day?" He asked. Bebe looked up from where she stood by the counter, a smile slowly crossing her face.

"I was hoping you'd ask me."

Another day.

Another dollar.

Another meeting.

Another day of doing the same old thing.

The drive to the office was uneventful, as usual, since Craig leaves at eight am to go to work. It's after the initial rushes, and it's not like he's driving anyways. Stan, his driver, obviously drives him, and it makes Craig's day a little less stressful.

"Morning, shithead."

"Christ, Tricia." Craig muttered, glancing up from his phone as he approached the receptionist desk.

"My goal is to call you a different name every day this quarter."

"Please don't," He muttered again, noticing a familiar face was missing next to Tricia. "Where's Jimbo?"

"Getting us coffee. And speaking of coffee, I already let your secretary know your coffee order." Tricia said. Secretary. The mention of his new secretary changed everything.

This wasn't just another day.

Wasn't just another dollar.

Wasn't just another meeting.

Craig had a new secretary to show around. A new, attractive, and eager to learn secretary.

"He's here?"

"He showed up about an hour ago. Said you never told him when to actually show up, so he came in with Bebe this morning."

Craig cursed under his breath, realizing that he did, in fact, not give Tweek a time to come in today. However, Craig loved the initiation he had to just come in when Bebe did. He respected that.

"He's upstairs?"

"He might be with Bebe." Tricia said, looking up as Jimmy wakked through the front door.

"M-Make the-the cripple get c-coffee. How-how dare you, T-Tricia." Jimmy teased, Craig meeting him halfway across the lobby to grab the to-go carrier from him.

"The nerve of her, I know." Craig laughed. After Jimmy was settled behind the desk, Craig passed the two coffees over towards him.

"You didn't have to say yes, Jimmy, I would've gotten it!"

"I-I know. I just-just like teasing you."

Opening his mouth to speak, Craig paused as his phone buzzed in his hand, looking down to see who had texted him.

Dude your secretary is cool.

It was Clyde.

Where is he?

He just left Bebe's office. Gave him the heads up you arrive around this time.

I'm on my way up.

"As much as I'd love to sit and chat with you two, I have work to do." Craig mumbled, pocketing his phone in his back pocket.

"Byyyye tell Twink we said hi." Tricia giggled, Craig blinking as he turned to leave.

"His name's Tweek."

"W-We know."

Ignoring the comment, Craig let out a huff and went to the elevator. He had thirty-two floors to organize his thoughts every morning. It took about one minute with the speed of the elevator to get to his floor, meaning he had one minute to organize his day. But now? Craig didn't have to organize his days like this. He had a secretary that could do that for him. So today, for the first time in months, Craig let his mind go blank in the elevator up to his office. There wasn't much on his floor, just his office, a meeting room that was attached to said office, and a secretary desk outside his office.

For the first time in a long time, a smile greeted him when he rounded the corner once he stepped off the elevator.

"Good morning, sir."

His voice was so bright, but god fuck, his smile was even brighter. Craig gave a tight-lipped smile and a nod of his head back as his own 'morning'.

"C'mere." He ordered, walking straight into his office.

Oh, sweet Jesus.

Tweek swallowed hard, shuffling into the office behind Craig and shutting the door. With a pad and pen in hand, Tweek prepared himself for whatever Craig threw his way. Bebe had warned him prior that Craig? Craig can be kind of a "cunt", to put it lightly. (It was Bebe's word choice, not his), and Tweek was a little nervous despite how well his interview went yesterday.

"I, um, put your coffee on your desk, Mr. Tucker." Tweek breathed out, watching how Craig's head turned slightly to look at his desk as he stood next to it.

"Mm," He hummed, picking up the mug and bringing it to his lips. Tweek watched him, unable to turn away. It was mesmerizing. It really was. His eyes closed briefly as the liquid met his lips, Tweek swallowing nervously as he watched Craig's throat bob with each gulp he took. With a soft smack of Craig's lips, the mug was placed on the desk gently. Tweek was nervous he messed up, since Craig hasn't said anything yet. But- "You…got that spot on."

"Tricia told me just how you like your coffee." Tweek admitted. Craig smiled a bit, finally turning to face Tweek.

Oh.

Craig couldn't stop his eyes from drifting up and down the blonde in his office, black turtleneck hugging his torso just right. It was the bottom half that had Craig staring. Tan pencil skirt stretched over wide hips and thick thighs that was paired with knee high black boots greeted Craig's mismatched eyes, his lips twitching upward as he slowly sat down at his desk.

"She mentioned that," He finally said, voice low as he leaned back in his chair. Resting his elbow on the arm rest and chin on his palm, Craig nodded towards the chair in front of his desk. "Sit," He instructed, Tweek nodding as he sat down. Craig noticed the notepad in Tweek's hand, a quiet hum heard through the room. "I'm sorry to say, but I'm going to have to toss you right into the deep end."

"I can handle it." Tweek chuckled. The confidence in this young man was refreshing to Craig, a smirk on his lips as he lifted his chin off his palm.

"Mm. I see," He muttered, interlacing his fingers on his chest. "Usually, there will be a list of meetings on your desk each morning that I have to attend. Today, however, you'll have to go to each department and just ask if there's anything I need to attend since that's what Wendy has been doing for me ever since my last secretary left two months ago.

Around noon is when most people start eating lunch, but feel free to eat throughout the day if you find you're hungry. There's a vending machine down the hall. I don't tell anyone about it, but I trust you with my secret snacks.

Like I mentioned yesterday, when I tell you to follow me, you will follow. Usually means I need you to take some notes about a phone call I just had or to make a to-do list for me. There are times where I may even ask you to run some errands while I'm in meetings, but I won't do that if I know you're busy with filing work that day…do you…have any questions?"

It has been a while since Craig has had to recite the job description for the secretarial position of the CEO, but by the way Tweek took notes as Craig spoke to him, the CEO knew he hired the right guy. He watched Tweek finish up his writing, the blonde looking up from the notepad. Pushing his glasses up his nose, Tweek cleared his throat.

"You, um…mentioned a work phone?"

"Oh!" Craig pushed back from his chair, walking over to a cabinet that had some plants on top of it. Ducking down, Craig reached back into the cabinet, pushing some liquor bottles aside to grab a phone that was hidden in the back. "Feel free to make this your personal phone as well. It's the latest iPhone, so it's up to date on everything."

Tweek blushed as Craig passed over the box containing his phone to him, the blonde clearing his throat.

"T-Thank you, sir."

"You alright?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! Just…I-I still have, um…the iPhone 4. It…I haven't had a new phone in so long." He admitted, a sheepish smile crossing his face. Craig chuckled quietly, sitting back down in his chair as he shook his computer mouse to wake the computer up.

"Yeah. Definitely make it your personal phone then," Craig said. Grabbing a post-it note, Craig scribbled on the blue colored paper, passing it over to Tweek after ripping it off the pad. "Here's my personal number. My office phone number is already on your desk, but there will be times you need to contact me while I'm at the brewery located across the bridge in Brooklyn. There are times where I might message you as well to let you know of any changes to the schedule, like canceled meetings, or things I might need you pick up before coming into work," He explained, Tweek nodding along. "Any more questions?"

Tweek paused a moment, thinking some more. Nothing came to mind, so he shook his head with a nervous smile.

"None."

"Good," Craig said, typing his password on his computer. "Before going off to each department, head down to the twenty fifth floor to sit down with Wendy in HR. You met her yesterday, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thought so. She'll have some paperwork for you. I'll call down and let her know you're on your way down. I'll be here in my office until about ten, so I should see you before I head off to my first meeting."

Standing slowly, Tweek nodded once more as he clutched the phone and notepad to his chest. The blue post-it note stuck to his notepad felt like it was burning a hole into his chest.

He had Craig Tucker's number.

Craig Norman Tucker.

The sexiest and richest man in New York City's business world.

Possibly the sexiest and richest man in New York City.

"Thank you, sir." Tweek breathed out. Turning on his heel, Tweek shuffled out the door and to his desk, making sure he heard the click of the door before moving towards the elevator.

This job may kill Tweek.

But part of him is okay with that.

So long as it's by the hands of his boss.

NOTE: Heyo!

Sorry my uploading has been ass. I haven't had a lot of motivation to write, but I'm slowly starting to get it back! I'm also preparing to leave for Europe for four months, so a lot is happening in my personal life to get ready for that on top of the holidays.

But I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Each chapter will be named after a song, so first chapter was Angel Eyes by ABBA and this chapter is Uptown Girl by Billy Joel.

I haven't made a playlist for a fanfiction in awhile, so maybe after this one gets going, I'll make a playlist with all the chapter titles.

Any and all feedback is appreciated, and I hope you enjoy! Have a Merry Christmas if you celebrate!