Well I did say it would be done eventually :DD luckily I am incredibly good at multitasking and finished this up while in classes this past week :P lord knows I wouldn't be able to do it any other time with OVER 40 HOURS OF WORK!

I AM PROUD OF MY DEDICATION OKAY?

ENJOY IT OKAY?

Business Start!

"Sabo…remember when we were young and we promised Luffy that we'd always tell each other when we were uncomfortable?" Ace's voice was smooth as always but wavered slightly the longer he spoke.

"Uh huh…" Sabo confirmed distractedly as he looked up at the towering sky scraper that they were going to be working in for the next few months or so…it was tall.

"Well…I'm uncomfortable…" Sabo was able to pull his eyes away from the top of the building to look over at is boyfriend. His boyfriend, who always had a good hold on everything and prided himself on his ability to not get nervous, was nervous.

"It's okay, Ace…I'm a little uncomfortable too…all first days are like that…Just…deep breath and remember there are only eight hours in a work day." Sabo smiled reassuringly at Ace and the freckled man responded by nodding still not taking his eyes off the building.

Sabo sighed before grabbing Ace's hand and squeezing it firmly, smiling when Ace finally looks over at him. Ace squeezed back and a half-smile appeared on his face as they both appreciated the physical contact.

Ace is an affectionate person with those he loves, and is quite the fan of PDA despite being a bit embarrassed by it; which will be problematic because they were going to be in a professional environment. No matter what Sabo told the person on the phone, they still had to remain business-like.

The blond spent most of the weekend reminding Ace that even if the older gives in and touches Sabo affectionately, he'd probably not respond. Not because he didn't want to, but because Sabo had two mindsets: work Sabo and not-work Sabo. Work Sabo remained his professionality no matter what.

It was going to be a long long work day for Ace.

"Come on, hun. Let us go meet our new boss." Sabo spoke informally at first then more formal.

Ace nodded shyly before releasing his hold on the blonde's hand and straightening out his vest and slacks. Sabo smiled at his boyfriend one last time, checks his own clothes, and then marches right into the building with as much confidence as he could possibly muster.

The lobby of the fancy building was almost opulent, shiny and full of screaming wealth. If it weren't for his past with his old family Sabo might have been intimidated by such a show of money, but he had practice in being apathetic to such facades.

For a moment the blond was worried about Ace and how he'd act but a quick glance back brought to mind one of the many things Sabo loved about his lover.

Ace could not possibly care any less about such shows of wealth.

Food in the bell, roof over the head, and good company was all Ace needed money for. So Ace was barely looking at the surroundings with anything more than keen disinterest.

A soft laugh to himself and Sabo continued towards the elevator, remembering from his research that the Whitebeard Corporation was located on the fifty-first floor and continued to the sixty-sixth. He may not know what was on all of those floors, but they belonged to the Whitebeard Corporation for now.

The ride up was silent and Ace spent the whole time signing songs in his head to calm down. He hasn't' been in an office in years. Not since that one school trip back in sophomore year of high school.

And unlike Sabo, Ace had never worked in an office, ever…not even as a lowly grunt. So yes, he was quite worried…

A ding shook Ace out of his musings in his head and he couldn't stop the trepidation that rushed over him as the doors opened to the beginning of his summer.

Of everything that he was expecting, a man with a red pompadour in an off-white, almost cream, colored two piece suit was not one of them. The bright blue dress shirt and dark green tie that clashed horribly with his hair was all that Ace could think about. Followed shortly by the fact that his smile looks too wide to be real.

But Sabo, ever the business minded one, barely blinked and smiled as well, reaching out to shake the strange man's hand as he exited the elevator. Ace followed shortly after, but he just looked at the man's offered hand, not wanting to shake it.

A pointed look from Sabo changed that pretty fast and Ace griped the man's hand right away, a bit harder than he'd planned.

The elevator doors closed while Ace and the man were still 'shaking hands'. The man had a strong grip as well and the challenge spark lit through Ace, not wanting to back down, and the other man seemed to have the same idea.

Sabo sighed almost inaudibly but Ace heard it well enough, and he smiled sheepishly at the red-head as they both released their grips at the same time.

"Hahaha! Confident and strong handshakes! Wonderful! I'm hoping you two are Ace D. Portgas and Sabo Triste, otherwise this will become real awkward, real fast!" the man's voice was jovial and idly Ace couldn't help but think that the wide smile might not be completely fake.

"We are indeed, sir. And are you Mr. Marco?" Sabo spoke well enough, which only reminded Ace of how perfectly comfortable the blond was in social business situations.

Ace was preparing himself to listen to maybe ten minutes of business back and forth, Sabo and the man both trying to somehow one up each other, like all businessmen tend to do.

Of course, the Whitebeard Corporation employee had to dash Ace's expectations by making a disgusted face while chuckling lowly.

The face obviously threw Sabo off of his game, because the blond didn't pick up any conversational slack or anything. He was just staring at the red-haired man in utter shock. It seemed like Sabo had no idea what to do about the reaction either.

Red-head seemed to notice both of their shocked expressions, even though Sabo schooled his face rather swiftly after he noticed that the other man had noticed the shock.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The man spoke quickly while waving his hands as he slowed his chuckles and changed his expression to that of a more jovial one than the disgusted mask it once was.

"First things first boys…no 'mister' anything in this building. We're terribly informal and most of us don't mind dropping polite rules." The wide smile turned to rolled up eyes and a slight frown as he continued talking.

"When visiting business men are here, though, then we tend to pick those pesky rules back up.

Both Ace and Sabo nod at that, understanding that the disgusted look was from the 'mister' and not any code of conduct being broken.

"Secondly, I am not that feather head, got it? My name is Thatch Newgate, I don't have a specific title her but I basically do whatever happens to need doing." The man was speaking nonchanantly and Ace was nodding along to his words, but Sabo was practically dumb struck.

"Do you mean Newgate as in Edward Newgate? The owner of Whitebeard Corporation?" Sabo was incredibly curious, he thought he'd done all the research about WB Corp, but apparently not because he knew nothing about Edward Newgate having a child.

"Ah, yeah. I'm one of the few kids that took Pops' last name. Pops adopted a lot of kids an about half of us work here, though only four of us have his name. Weirdly enough all of us with his name work here…never really thought about that before…huh…"

For once Sabo was the one staring and not knowing what to say, so Ace took up his boyfriend's usual role.

"So you're probably here to show us to…um…Marco?" Ace only hesitated when saying the man's name, his NEW BOSS'S NAME, because, despite not being in the business world as long as Sabo, he did know his manners.

The red-head, Thatch, laughed again while getting between the two, wrapping his arms around their shoulders in an overly friendly manner.

"Ahhh…I'm going to like you two…nah, bird brain had something super important and completely urgent pop up. I'll be showing y'all around while he finishes whatever it is."

Ace wasn't sure how he was going to deal with Thatch…He wasn't used to people he has just met pushing his boundaries like the red-head has been doing.

The black-haired man couldn't stop himself from running his fingers down Sabo's arm, only just to ground himself in reality. The blond flinched away at the touch but Ace knew it was because his blond wanted to maintain his work Sabo persona and not slip into Ace's Sabo.

"First things first, this is our totally not fancy lobby. Nothing like the monstrosity downstairs. But don't get used to it, it'll change in the next few weeks…"

Ace honestly couldn't repeat anything Thatch told them for most of the tour, and would probably get lost many times because he was seriously uninterested in the not-fancy-but-still-fancy floors.

That is until Thatch headed into one of the closed off hallways and lead them right to a WALL of glass that proudly displayed gym equipment. FANCY gym equipment.

Ace was practically falling in love all over again, though instead of to a beautiful blond, it was to a room of GYM EQUIPMENT.

"And this is my pride and joy of all the floors that WB Corp owns in this horribly fancy building, the gym!" Thatch's voice was loud and joyous, and Ace had to fight to not match his obvious enthusiasm.

"Oh there is a gym in the office?" Sabo was politely interested, mostly because he wasn't as exercise crazy as Ace was, but he was still fairly involved with keeping himself in athletic shape.

And Ace was really attractive and never wears a shirt when he runs.

"Yes! I painstakingly added exercise machines that mix cardio, muscle, and flexibility! It's the dream gym of ANY athletic person!" Thatch's eyes were sparking like a school boy on Christmas, looking at Sabo and Ace expectantly, like they were supposed to have a specific reaction to his excitement.

"Is there a fee or something needed to use the gym?" Ace questioned this time, holding back his desire to press his hands to the glass and drool over how positively nice the machines are.

Depending on how expensive the fee, Ace would gladly pay just to use the machines he could never even hope to own.

One look at Thatch's face though made Ace automatically think he did something wrong. Why else would the red-head have such a shocked look on his face?

"Are you kidding? No! All employees can use the gym for FREE! Exercise is important for a healthy lifestyle!"

Ace's eyes widened exponentially at Thatch's words and he couldn't help but spit out, "Are you fucking serious?"

Sabo shot Ace a sour look for cursing at work and the elder turned bright red when he realize that he actually said that out loud. He was so fucking fired.

But, to his surprise for like the thirtieth time today, Thatch just laughed jovially.

"Hell yeah, dude! Hell, I was here this morning, getting my leg day on! We've got two fully stocked showers in there too! And suit sized lockers for the change of clothes and what not!"

"So if we come in early we can use all the machines, until work starts, for free?" Ace asked, his face only slightly pink, but he was still plenty embarrassed about letting his manners slip. Makino would be so ashamed.

"Totally! Hell, I'm here every morning at 7! Feel free to join me! I'm pretty much the only one who uses this gym anyway." Thatch's smile faltered a bit at that but now Ace's smiled was almost fully blown across his face.

Sabo just sighed lightly and shook his head lightly, but he was also smiling. They had to drop their gym membership last month because they couldn't afford it, so this was a great plus to their job.

"Well, anyway, I hope to see you two up here some time. I'd appreciate a workout buddy! But! As awesome as I am, bird brain just texted me and his super important thing that he had to do is over now, so let's go meet your boss, aye?"

All of Ace's excitement just left his body in one smooth swish. He had a bad track record with bosses…and…he didn't think a fancy office boss would be much different from all the other bosses that didn't like him…

-I AM A LINE-

Marco didn't really have something important to do. He just really wasn't ready to meet the two ex-delinquents quite yet. But he was being a bit creepy by watching Thatch give the two a tour around the offices.

The first thought in his head was that they were both unfairly attractive for twenty year olds.

The complementary suits they wore did nothing but flatter hard lines and smooth planes. The darker haired one looked like he didn't have an ounce of body fat on his body. The blond was just a bit softer, but only by a small margin.

Instead of trepidation, Marco was actually looking forward to being the boss of two very attractive twenty year old delinquents. If nothing else, at least he'd have something fantastic to look at for the next few months.

Not to mention Thatch seemed to grow attached right away, if the arms around their shoulders said anything. Marco smiled lightly at that and was musing whether or not it would take long for the two kids to be invited back to the Moby.

But, just like with every other bad feeling Marco has ever had, his apprehensiveness from last night was proven to be just as the dark haired one trailed his fingers down the blonde's arm…and the blond flinched.

Marco was no longer smiling and was instead glaring at the black-haired kid. He kept on glaring until Thatch lead them from the lobby to the hallways that he couldn't see from his office.

Once they were out of view, Marco stomped over to his desk and slammed his body down into his comfy desk chair.

Fucking dammit.

He couldn't have one, one, good thing. One of the attractive temps just had to be a complete fucking asshole.

The blond tried to stop the oncoming flashback, but every time he was reminded about that red-haired asshole, the stupid memory came back full fucking force.

Clubbing was not Marco's favorite activity, in fact he tries to actively avoid clubs, ever since his ex, but Marco would do anything for Izou. And right now Izou wanted to know if Thatch was the perfect boyfriend for them.

So Marco accompanied his beautiful sibling while Thatch was at nighttime culinary courses, so Izou could dance and flirt with a few people, make sure that their emotions for Thatch were real.

Marco didn't completely approve of the idea per se, but no one could say no to Izou, regardless of the scruples they had with their ideas.

But at age twenty-three, and single for the past six or so months, Marco didn't mind the chance to appreciate dancing bodies. Maybe he could find someone that didn't mind his age or his seriousness…always an issue it seems.

No one really managed to catch his attention though, except for a fit red-head that was on the other side of the dance floor. The stranger was definitely attractive and he had quite the nice smile, but he was also being very handsy with an equally attractive dark haired man. They looked quite happy and beautiful as they danced and Marco smiled happily at such a display of affection in such a sexual place as the dance floor.

The blond watched them long enough to see the red head pull the other down for an intense kiss but he looked away at that point, trying to find Izou in the crowd.

"Hey, you up for another drink, my dude?"

The bartender shocked Marco out of his perusal and he looked back with a small smile, nodding as he spoke.

"Yes, please, a Cassis and Orange if you don' mind, yoi."

"You got it, fancy pants."

Marco laughed at the surfer dude bartender and his various names for customers. He had called Izou "Intimidation Factor". Both Marco and Izou had laughed quite hard at that.

"Should you be having another one, Marco?"

And, like always, Izou popped up out of nowhere, just to freak Marco out and to see the blond jump.

Putting his hand on his chest to calm down his now crazily beating heart, Marco hissed at his sibling with barely contained annoyance.

"Don't do that, Izou. At my age you're going to give me a heart attack, yoi."

Izou glared at Marco right after that statement, but the blond didn't understand why they were angry, like he ever really did…

"You're barely twenty-three, Marco. You are nowhere near old enough to have a naturally caused heart attack…"

The sibling pair glared at each other for a bit before Izou gave in and sighed while shaking their head in hardly disguised disappointment.

"Back to my original question, are you sure you should be having another drink?"

Marco furrowed his thin eyebrows and accepted the drink from the bartender, putting a $10 on the bar and signaling the man to keep the change. Taking a sip, he watched Izou pointedly over his glass.

Only after that first taste of the drink did Marco even bother to respond to his lovely as always sibling.

"It's a Cassis and Orange, yoi. What bad effects am I getting from that, Izou?"

Marco was graced with the rare sight of Izou's surprised face with wide eyes, high eyebrows, and rounded lips.

The blond smirked and kept drinking, scanning the dance floor one more time before letting out a soft sigh through his nose.

Still no one he wanted to go to the trouble of flirting with just to get a date or even just some sex.

"Well anyway, I got all I needed from this little trip. Too many people misgendering me even after I tell them I'm fluid and currently in a neutral mood. I'll probably never find someone as lovely and accepting as Thatch."

Izou's eyes were closed and they were holding their head high with shoulders back, confidence oozing out of them in waves.

Marco just looked at his sibling with half-lidded eyes. The blond had told Izou this trop was pointless, but the prettiest Newgate sibling was stubborn, that was for sure.

"I see that 'I told you so' look, Marco. I'm going to freshen up real quick and then we can walk home and I can greet my man when he gets home from classes."

The elder just watched his younger sibling walk away, knowing that 'real quick' was anywhere from fifteen minutes to half an hour.

Might as well enjoy the drink he had and people watch while Marco waited for the prima donna currently primping in the bathroom.

"Well well! What's a tall-tall frink of-of liquid! Lik-like yyou doin' at a plerce lik dis?!"

The obviously drunk voice pulled Marco from his watching and he looked to the side and was surprised to see the attractive red-head from earlier speaking to him.

"Excuse me?"

Marco couldn't keep the surprise off of his face or the shock out of his voice. Wasn't the red-head in a relationship? With the sexy man from earlier?

"You! – You're hottt. I'm, me, I'm alsooo hottt. Sooooo. We, us, we ssshould bangggg."

The red-head was smiling lazily at Marco, his eyes slightly glazed with too much alcohol and was swaying quite a bit on his feet.

Even if Marco hadn't seen the red-head dancing and being so obviously in love with the man from earlier, his drunkenness would be a huge NO flag for the blond.

Marco never flirted, dated, or slept with someone who was so evidently under the influence of an unhealthy amount of alcohol.

"I'm not interested, yoi." The blond spoke harshly, angry that the man could even ask.

With wide surprised eyes and furiously blinking lids, the red-head frowned.

"My-my name is-it isn't Yoi. Yoi is-isn't-not me. I-my la-labl-name is-I'm Shankssss." He was smirking again and now had the air of confidence that he still had a chance with Marco somehow.

Marco had no issues taking those assumptions and slamming them into the ground.

"I don't really care. I'm still not interested." The blond really tried not to finish the sentence the way he wanted to but he couldn't stop himself.

"Yoi."

Just like every other time.

"Hey-hey. Frow-fro-frowning face hair-ab-above eyes…it doesn't-don't-not attractive."

Marco closed his eyes and sighed heavily, and could feel the headache coming on. He hoped Izou would be back soon. Izou could scare anyone away, drunk or sober, with just a well pointed look.

An unpleasant shiver worked its way up from Marco's hip to his neck all of a sudden, the originating point being the stranger's, Shanks', hand being placed on his hip.

Without Marco's permission.

"I'm serious, man. You-you're, fuck, you're shexy. And I, I am aslo shhexy. Ssssoooo. We should found-find-discover? A b-bath. Bear. Flat surface." As Shanks talked his intruding hand was moving further and further down until it was firmly gripping Marco's ass.

The blond was frozen. He'd never had someone try so hard, nor violate so many of his boundaries, just to get laid.

Now Marco was pissed off.

"Listen here-you fucking shit bag piece of utter-"

"Marco?"

The blond was stopped from completely cursing out the utter dickhead by Izou's nice voice calling his name.

"Izou." Marco sighed in relief, and he tried to escape Shanks' hold on him, but the stranger was holding tight even as his attention was drawn to Izou.

The lecherous smirk came back full force to the physically attractive face, even as he pulled Marco closer by his hold on the blonde's ass.

"Heyyyyy…Babe. You! You shoulddd-shild-shold-watev-join shexy and and me!"

Marco could see the dawning realization on Izou's face as they took in the come on, the stranger's hand on Marco's butt, and the blond blatantly trying to get away.

It took only one second before Izou pulled their fist back and slammed it right into Shanks' face.

The red-head went down instantly, releasing Marco as he did, which Izou took advantage of by grabbing their blond brother's hand and leaving the club. They were completely oblivious of all the other club goers watching them as they left.

Once they were a few blocks from the club, Izou abruptly stopped and turned to grab Marco's face between their hands.

"Marco…are…are you okay?"

Marco just blinked blankly at his sibling before he fully felt the emotions starting to overflow from within him. He could feel the tears start to well up as Marco shook his head quickly.

Izou quickly pulled Marco down into their chest and held him as the blond cried it out.

Marco sighed deeply as he leaned back in his office chair, shaking the memory out of his head with a few quick flicks of his hair.

Besides the blatant disrespect of the word 'no', it also turned out a few days later that Shanks was the name partner of RED law firm.

Ever since that horrible night at the club, any time Marco came into contact with Shanks, in a business setting, the red-head flirted and tried to convince the blond into his and his husband's bed.

No matter how many times Marco expressly told him 'no chance in hell'.

And now.

Now one of his new temp employees was in the same boat as he once was. Marco may not know what the dark-haired one had over the blond to get the nonconsenting man to do his wishes, but he'd do his best to keep the two as separate as possible.

Maybe that's why "Sabo" wanted to get "Ace" a job. So that he could keep on harassing him even while they were at work.

Or.

Or maybe "Ace" had something on "Sabo" and demanded "Sabo" get him a job so "Ace" could keep harassing "Sabo" while they were at work.

Well Marco would have to meet them to find out which was which. He'd never met them after all. One of the grunts interviewed all the applicants.

Marco frowned and sent a text to Thatch, letting his brother know that the blond was ready to meet his new employees.

This was going to be one hell of a summer, but at least Marco could content himself with helping someone out of a situation he too was in at one point.

-SURPRISE SURPRISE! ANOTHER LINE-

Sabo could tell Ace was nervous about meeting this "Marco", their new boss. His boyfriend hasn't had a good track record with bosses so it was completely understandable.

And Sabo would be lying if he said that he wasn't nervous, but WB Corp is one of the biggest companies in this city. People wouldn't work for a company if they were all asshats. No matter how much money employees were paid.

He really wanted to comfort his boyfriend, but Sabo hated crossing work-self with personal-self. That was how people got leverage and blackmailed you.

But because of his previous family, Sabo was particularly good at hiding his emotions, and contented himself with the thought that he'll just cuddle Ace a ton once they got back to their crappy place.

The two were following Thatch who was actually talking on and on about the important of exercise and why gyms were an important addition to every office. To Sabo's surprise, Ace was actually following along and nodding his head to every point the red-head made. He wanted to laugh, but Ace took exercise seriously and Sabo knew how much it crushed his boyfriend when they had to cancel their membership.

But all good things had to come to an end and soon Thatch was done talking as they arrived to a bright blue door with a lovely light gold plaque placed in the center. The plaque clearly read:

Marco Phoenix.

Their new boss.

Sabo didn't even really have time to take a breath or prepare himself to meet his new boss when Thatch just threw open the door without knocking, greeting the man inside loudly.

"GOOD MORNING MY DEAR FEATHER HEAD! HOW HAS YOUR IMPORTANT BUSINESS BEEN THIS FINE DAY?!"

The blond couldn't stop himself from flinching away at Thatch's loud voice, and looked over at Ace to see if his boyfriend was in the same state as he was. Out of all the things he thought he would see, Sabo was not expecting a slack-jawed Ace with a bright blush along his cheeks.

His brows furrowed immediately and Sabo couldn't stop himself from frowning. He hadn't seen Ace like that since the last time they were intimate…what on earth could have caused that kind of reaction from his relatively private boyfriend?

Turning to looking into the open office, Sabo answered his own question as his own cheeks lit up in a bright blush.

The man that was sitting behind the desk was gorgeous.

Blond hair all slicked back, bright blue eyes that looked even more vibrant than Sabo's were, a built body shown off with a perfectly fitting black three piece suit. Even his tie was black; the only color on his outfit was the blue undershirt that matched his eyes.

And the look in his eyes. They were so serious, but at the same time filled with that sort of brotherly fondness that Ace had when it came to Luffy.

Sabo had to take a deep breath and think about his old family for his blush to die down, but every time he looked back at the blond behind the desk, his face heated again.

This was going to be such a difficult life.

Then the man behind the desk sighed, closed his eyes and shook his head in what was quite clearly fond exasperation.

"Really, Thatch, must you do that every morning?"

Oh god his voice was the best part. Not only was he quite enjoyable to look at, but his voice was just heavenly. Sabo had no idea how he was going to survive with this horribly attractive man as his boss for the next few months.

"Yes! Because I know it makes you happy, despite how much you say it doesn't!" Thatch's voice sounded like he was smiling, but Sabo was still just taken in by the blond and his expressions.

"Whatever, yoi. Get out; go visit your boyfriend or something. We need to get started on the list of endless things to do, yoi." The man's eyes were still closed, but his voice pushed across what he needed it to.

"Sure, sure. Lemme just introduce you to these two, yeah?"

Sabo watched in wonder as the other man's eyes snapped open and his blue eyes were no longer filled with the slight laziness that they were when the door first slammed open, but a fierce almost angry feeling.

He wasn't sure how to feel about it.

Unfortunately Sabo didn't really have a chance to think too deeply into it because suddenly Thatch slammed his arm down onto Sabo's shoulders and smiled brightly.

"This here is Sabo Triste! And this is…" Thatch let go of Sabo only to grab onto Ace, and Sabo winced in pity for his poor boyfriend. "Ace D. Portgas! Try not to be too boss-like, aye, Marco?"

"No promises, Thatch." Marco spoke, his eyes glinting slightly as he did what could only be called appraisal of Ace and Sabo, and Sabo fought back the urge to straighten up underneath his stare.

Despite the loudness in which Thatch entered the office, he left with fairly little fanfare, leaving Sabo and Ace to the hands of their new boss. Without actually introducing him to them.

It seemed like it wasn't going to be much of an issue though, because as soon as Thatch shut the door, Marco was standing and walking around to the front of the desk. And again Sabo had to fight his desire to watch the man walk.

One look into his bright blue eyes, however, had Sabo snapping right back into work-Sabo. This was not a man to cross, not if his eyes could go from fond to cold as fast as his did.

Surprisingly all of the coldness seemed to be directed at Ace, at Sabo's boyfriend. And honestly Sabo's first response was to immediately defend his boyfriend, and stop the cold look from doing too much to Ace's feelings.

But, once again, Sabo underestimated his boyfriend and all of his amazing skills.

Ace was no longer blushing, and was instead looking back at Marco with just as much heat as the other had cold. The dark-haired man never could back down from a challenge, even one that hasn't been expressly spoken.

"It's nice to meet the two of you. My name is Marco, yoi. And as I am sure Thatch has told you, we are fairly familiar here, so don't worry about calling me anything other than Marco. However don't think that just because we are informal that you can get away with working lazily. We hired temps, you two, because we needed the help, yoi."

Sabo had heard many similar speeches from other bosses, but the way that Marco was staring so intently at Ace made him think that their boss was singling him with this particular speech.

"Don't think you can get away with doing anything less than your absolute best, and don't even think for a minute that I'll allow you to slack off at all. The only time off you get during the work day is lunch, yoi. Don't ever ask for anything more."

Ace was hardly blinking, keeping eye contact with Marco the entire time that the other spoke, and Sabo knew that would impress most bosses, but not the other blond. He just kept looking at Ace like he was someone to be scorned. Sabo wasn't sure what Ace had done to get that kind of reception, or if maybe Marco was just that much of a hardass.

He wanted to say something, but Marco continued talking before Sabo could even begin to think about what he could say.

"So. Are you two ready to earn your paycheck, yoi?"

TBC

Well…hopefully I'll write chapter four sometime soonish? I mean chapter 5 is mostly done, I just have to type it up?

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