A/N: I'm honestly having o much fun waiting for this fic! Hopefully I get more people reading so I can keep updating! I would like to thank my beta in advance! She does help me write so much and is amazing! She is going on vacation so I'm not sure when my next update will be because I like her to look over it but if I feel confident I'll post (/.\) love you all and hope you like it!
~Khoooks
Tink looked speechless and set the binder down on his desk walking to me. "He wants to see you!" She hissed aggravated. I nodded and grab my purse and she snatched it from me "This is ugly!" She said throwing it and walked back to her desk and plopped into her chair with a huff. Her face was red and her ears tinting red as well.
I took a breath and pushed through the glass doors. He was talking to the man in the blazer.
"No Graham. Those sunglasses... And these jeans... Jesus Christ, No." He shook his head and looked up at me. His eyes were very blue, like the ocean. He looked at me quite annoyed. "Now... Who are you?" He said sitting back and The man.. This Graham just stood watching.
"I'm Emma Swan... I'm applying for the assistant job.. Second assistant job." I said and fixed my posture.
He looked at me... Pursing his lips slightly and pressing the pen In between his lips studying me, "Why are you applying for this job?" He laughed slightly examining my body and I felt very violated.
"I wanted to... Get experience." I stammered "I'm a journalist and I-"
"Journalist? So you chose fashion?" He chuckled slightly and cocked his head licking his bottom lip and looked me in the eyes. "How ironic when you have none." He said and looked down at his book scribbling something.
"Look I know I don't fit in here, but I'm a hard worker and I know if you give me a chance-"
"I never said I wasn't. But you need some serious help." He said and pointed to me with his damn pen. Graham struggled not to laugh. I opened my mouth to defend myself but he cut me off "That will be all." He said and shooed me away.
"Who is that poor, sad child?" Said Graham and continued to talk fashion with Mr. Jones as I walked out.
Tink watched as I grabbed my belongings and headed home. I felt like a complete idiot. How did I even think I could do this.. All on my own. My parents gave me enough money so I could pay off my rent for the first 6 months so I could just worry about my health and finding a job. But what happened when no one will take me seriously.
I walked into my apartment and sucked it up. I was not going to blubber because of some pompous ass made fun of my style. I showered and put on a big T shirt and grabbed a bottle of wine from my pantry. I poured a glass and knocked out within minutes.
I woke up the next morning startled as I heard my phone ring. *why did I leave the ringer on?* I groaned and answered.
"Emma? Where the hell are you? You need to pick up Killian's coffee!" Tink shrieked into the phone.
"Wait? What? I thought...I have a job?" I said confused.
"Why would I be calling you if you didn't ?! Bloody hell! Hurry up!" She said "Killian likes a non fat mocha late no whip. It must be pipping hot! I mean burn your flesh off!" She said clearly annoyed and hung up.
I rushed off putting on jeans and a striped black and blue T shirt and a coat. I put my hair into a low bun as I walked to Starbucks and bought the coffees. I walked and rushed up and Tink saw me and gasped grabbing the coffee "You're late! Stay at the desk!" She barked and I sat down. She walked into the office placing the coffee down and just on time Mr. Jones walked in shrugged his coat off and took off his glasses throwing it on my desk. Walking past me without a blink of an eye and grabbed his coffee.
Tink walked out and told me to put the coat and sunglasses in a special closet. I did as she said and sat back at the desk.
"Emilia?" He called from his office and I just was settling down in my seat. "Emilia?" He called a bit louder.
Tink groaned exasperated "He is calling you." She seethed and I got up quickly walking in. Graham was in there talking to him about a sketch of a dress.
"Go call Mrs. Deb." He said and stood
"My name is Emma... Not Emilia... Emma." I said looking down a bit but then took a breath and looked him in the eyes.
He stood there looking at you and so did Graham. "Honey.. He doesn't care what your name is." Said Graham and he made a look and shook his head.
Mr. Jones licked his lips and paused a moment and rolled up his sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. "I also need you to pick up some ties from Calvin Klein. Oh and I need you to grab 3 belts from Louis Vuitton and schedule a meeting with Vogue." He said fixing his glasses.
I had no idea if they were just a lame fashion choice he decided to sport or he just needed them to see. Him with vision problems? People probably thought his eyes were blessed.. I mean he was older... But not that old. They were ray bands.. Matching the sunglasses from yesterday... *Why did I even pay attention to that?* I thought to myself and he cleared his throat and snapped me out of my trance. "That is all." He said and I walked out with a nod.
Tink looked at me "What does he want?" She said timidly.
"Um he said something about a phone call and ties from Calvin Klein... Oh and 3 belts from Louis Vuitton... Oh a meeting with Vogue." I said dazed.
"Well-"
"Emilia! Mrs. Deb!" He said and Tink groaned when I didn't know what to do. She dialed the number and smiled "Killian Jones wishes to speak with you... One moment." She transferred the call "Patricia is on the phone!" She said and hung up on her line. "Look this job is hell. It has it's perks but hell. If you can't keep up you should just quit." She said.
"Now.. You get the ties at Calvin Klein and the belts.. Choose wisely." She sighed "I'll make the meeting at Vogue." She sauntered too her desk and shooed me off.
"What shit have I delved into?" I groaned and I was off to find all that his majesty requested.
1 week later and I started to get into the swing of things. I was good at coat and glasses duty. Answering the phone and making calls. "Emilia !" He called and I groaned silently because now he just called me that to spite me.
"Yes?" I said walking in an biting my tongue as I see him buttoning up his waist coat and then he was tying his tie. Then I looked over at Graham and he was in there tying his tie as well with his belt and pants open a bit. *Oh shit he's gay!* I thought to myself. *Well makes sense... What straight man goes into fashion?* I thought and snapped out of it as he looked at me and I turned pink in embarrassment.
"Emilia I want you to phone Victoria. Tell her I've decided to reschedule the fitting to about... At precisely 1:30." He said and I stared a bit while Graham seemed to buckle his belt. "Hello? 1:30 fitting with Victoria !" He boomed and I nodded dipping out. My ears were tinted pink with embarrassment and I called the designer who seemed to be in a panic when I informed her Mr. Jones wanted to see the fitting today. She simply cursed and said she would be there and hung up. I put the phone down and groaned aloud only loud enough for me to hear.
Tink looked at me from her desk as she sat down and laughed, "Tough morning?" She fake pouted as if she was upset for me. "Get used to it." She said and logged into her computer. "You have a 20 minute lunch. Leave now." She said and shooed me off.
I walked down to the cafeteria and I was starving. No breakfast and no coffee because I spilled mine on the way up for Mr. Jones. I saw the lines and the one for burgers had no one! I ran and got in and saw Graham and he smiled at me "Burgers?" He said fixing his salad. "You know what the main ingredient to that is right?" He said grabbing tomatoes.
"Cow?"
"Fat." He said and stood in front of me as we wanted to pay.
I was starving and didn't care. I took a bite of my burger and some ketchup got on my shirt. "Owe man! God!" I said cleaning up.. There was a faint stain but nothing a good wash couldn't fix.
"Don't worry... You can probably go find another ugly shirt in your closet." He said as they walked.
"You know I get it, alright? I don't need you telling me I'm unfashionable! Everyone just looking at me is self explanatory!" I hissed and he laughed. He actually fucking chuckled at me and shook his head and smiled at me. He answered his phone and murmured something then put his plate down and put mine down grabbing my arm.
"What?!" I said "No lunch?"
"Shut up about food!" He said fixing his tie. "He's started the meeting 20 minutes earlier." He said and ran his fingers through his hair as he walk cursing as we walked to the elevator.
"What does that mean?" I said confused and he looked at his watch.
"That means we're 20 minutes late." He sighed and we ride up the elevator quickly. And walk in and Mr. Jones is examining the woman wearing a pencil skirt, but no blouse.
"Where have you been?" Mr. Jones said and his nose flared when he saw me. Graham patted my shoulder and whispered into my ear "Stay here and take notes." He said handing me a note pad and pen. Graham looked at the racks of clothing and Mr. Jones looked at the model, studying her.
His finger pressed against his lips, "Graham... A white blouse would go... Flashy.. Yes flashy..." He said and Graham held up a white blouse that had ruffles. "Perfect." He said and handed it to the model and leaned on his desk and sat on it a little.
"Perhaps a blazer?" Graham intruded his thought process and he raised his eyebrow. *Jesus... That was hot... What!? No he's...gay don't think that!... He's your boss don't think that!* he looked at her one more second "Coral belt..." He said and Graham stood there holding two belts that looked almost identical.. Maybe different buckles but similar.
"Which one?" Graham asked.
"It's so hard they are so different.. What do you think Killian?" Said the designer... *Victoria ? Yeah that's her name.* I laughed a little when she says this and the room fell silent.
Mr. Jones stood up and looked at me, "Something funny, lass?" He said and grit his teeth and his jaw flexing and I swallowed.
"Um... Well... Other than the fact that they are the same." I said pointing to the belts.
And Mr. Jones smirked and shook his head "You stupid girl." He said "This coral... Bit darker.. This sparkled.. This one has embroidery on it... And you simply want to talk fashion with me when you have zero." He said. "That ugly shirt your wearing... You may not think much of it but the designs started way before you were born. And the colors... Let's not get into the history of royal blue and midnight black. Now I think you need to leave before you have another slip up." He smiled and winked a little.
My cheeks flushed and tinted red. He was amused by the fact that I had no idea what he was talking to about... He talked slow as if I was a toddler... I nodded and bowed out grabbing a tissue fighting back tears. Then I heard someone laugh behind me. Tink.
"Don't cry! That only shows him you have weakness and can't handle this!" She said, "Woman up for gods sake!" I nodded not looking at her and sat in my desk. Trying my best not to bawl my eyes out.