The Story of My Life

Chapter 26: Happy Endings

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Goten's POV

I pulled on my collar once again, anxious. I didn't feel right wearing formal wear and I didn't want to make it a habit, but I had to learn how to make sacrifices. I watched the passing buildings through the window as Trunks drove. I endured a one month training for marketing after going through what was an intense job interview for me as wearing a full-blown suit already made me uncomfortable and I know I made a fool of myself as I was either too silent at times because I had no comments or was a stuttering mess when I was asked questions. But I had to be glad that Trunks was my best friend and the president of CC because he looked out for me saying that though I blew the interview my performance throughout the training was amazing.

"Relax man," he tried to calm me down.

I chuckled nervously, it was easy for him to say as he wasn't the one starting his first day of work at a huge company. I didn't want to screw up and I wanted to not only make myself but Valese proud. I know for the past months within our year engagement I wasn't acting like the best fiancé as I was still fighting with my feelings and I was stalling the marriage ceremony as I didn't want to marry someone I thought I didn't love, but I saw how bad she wanted our relationship to work and I wanted to make it work too. I loved her, though it took me a long time to realize it, it was true and I couldn't let something so perfect escape from my grasp. I couldn't ruin my life to try to get something I couldn't have, Marron was happily married to Trunks and now it was my turn to get my happy ending.

He stopped the car minutes later, causing a frown to find my face. We were here. I sighed a sigh of despair before removing my elbow from the door and unbuckled my seat belt.

"Today's going to be over before you know it."

I had rolled my eyes at his words then and again I found myself rolling my eyes as I sat at my desk in my cubicle. I wasn't immediately placed to work, we had several missions to complete in marketing like coming up with a mascot to represent our company and creative ways to advertise our products. But as the newbie, they didn't find some actual work for me to do yet.

I looked over at the clock, time seemed to have been going nowhere. I sighed lowly and continued doodling, what I don't know.

"Psst, new guy,"

I looked up to see an older gentleman holding onto the wall of my cubicle smiling lightly. It was Jerry, throughout the training I picked up on everyone's personality and he was known for being the huge slacker and I kept wondering how he still had this job but decided not to ponder much on it as I learned that he always seemed to pull creative ideas out of his ass last minute. He also didn't bother to learn anyone's name and only knew our boss in marketing name, John. He pushed some of his long untamed hair out of his face.

"Yeah?" I tried my best to sound nice.

I had already grown to dislike him as I found him flirting with my fiancée several times when she came for a quick visit during my training to deliver me lunch and he had been so surprised on how I scored such a beauty.

"Can you deliver this to that secretary," he pulled out a manila folder.

"Sure," I responded without thinking twice.

The key for me to keeping this job was to get along with everyone and get my work done. And though he wasn't fit for it Jerry was like the executive boss of marketing so I had to make a good impression on him.

I pushed my rolling chair from under the desk and got up before taking the thin folder from his hands.

"Thanks," he said before sitting back down on his desk, probably going to take a nap.

I sighed before heading over to the receptionist desk in the front office on our floor. For a couple of minutes, I found myself ending up in the break room or the files room as I still didn't get the location of where everything was pinpointed in my mind yet.

I finally found the front desk, which was pretty sad as it's the first thing I see when I enter this office department, but CC had a lot of workers and that surely included marketing, and this office floor itself was huge alone.

I handed over the file, explaining it was from Jerry before miserably finding my way back to my cubicle.

I ended up continuing on my doodling once I got back, no actual work here for me yet besides organizing Jerry's files which I had already done once I entered the office. The more important matters were being taken care of by the more experienced and higher positioned workers.

Though I wasn't a quitter I really couldn't stand being placed in boredom for another second.

"Jerry!"

Loud footsteps were approaching our cubicle.

"Jerry!"

I stood up and peered over my cubicle to find him fast asleep, I tiptoed so I can shake him awake, he didn't budge.

"Hey man, wake up," I nudged him with a complimentary Capsule Corps ruler, he shifted in his sleep.

The sound of the loud footsteps came to a halt, John, our boss was standing in front of Jerry's cubicle taking in the situation.

He sighed and rubbed his temple, muttering why Jerry had to be so lazy but actually pretty good at his job.

I watched as my boss gave a harsh slap across Jerry's face, the sound of the hit reverberating in the office. I gave a slight flinch, feeling a bit of the pain that was spreading across his cheek. He woke up immediately glaring daggers at John.

"What the hell?!"

I felt that I should go back to pretending to do work, but my curiosity found the best of me and my brain was craving for some entertainment.

"Did you forget about the meeting?!" John asked furiously, the veins on his forehead looking as though it was going to pop any second.

"Of course not." Jerry replied in a calm tone touching his red cheek, "I made that new guy send over the folder that told the secretary to fax over the information," he replied, now yawning.

"Well it never made it," John said, his voice a bit calmer but the anger still clearly noted in his voice.

I felt myself lowering my head, hoping I wouldn't be blamed for a simple task.

"Maybe the fax machine is broken."

I found my head going back up, Jerry know stretching from his chair, I expected him to blame me for having it not be faxed.

"Well today's your lucky day, you're attending the meeting,"

I almost laughed at the sheer expression of shock that took over Jerry's face. Though he was one of the main important people in marketing I also learned that he never attended a business meeting in his life as he said that wasn't his type of thing and he would just usually fax over his input.

"I told you already Jerry-"

"Well you're going to have to step out your comfort zone for once," John interrupted him.

Jerry sighed before picking up the black office phone and dialed a number on the phone, for seconds there was silence before he began talking over the receiver.

"Why didn't my papers get faxed?...It got jammed?"

He cursed under his breath before hanging up.

"I'll just print another copy," Jerry concluded.

"We have no time the President's waiting."

For what felt like eternity no one spoke

Then Jerry turned around, facing me, smiling an evil grin. The smile told me that this wasn't good and I didn't like what was coming.

"Want to attend a meeting for me, new guy?"

I forced eye contact and felt that I had no choice and agreed with a stutter.

John finally brought his attention to me, finally acknowledging my presence. He analyzed me with his eyes and I gulped.

"Bring a notepad and pen," Jerry told and signaled me to come over.

I fumbled to grab what he instructed me to bring and quickly headed over to his side of the cubicle and quickly wrote down his input displayed on the computer screen. Though I really felt that they could've easily printed that copy instead of me having to attend.

After that, I found myself silently riding an elevator with my boss.

"Goten right?"

I stopped staring at the floor and looked up at him, "Y-yes sir."

We didn't exchange another word.

I nervously followed behind him as we exited the elevator and headed towards the meeting room. Everything was all too new for me and I sure didn't want to find myself attending an important meeting on my first day.

We stopped in front of the door to the meeting room.

"Just sit quietly and let me do all the talking," he told me before turning around to face the door.

I was relieved at his instructions, he sure wasn't going to hear a peep out of me.

He opened the door and the room fell into a hush silence. I felt my heart beating fast and hoped that the silence didn't allow anyone to hear how fast my heart was thumping against my chest. I took a seat next to John once he found an empty chair. And for a moment I felt out of place, but then I noticed Trunks and completely forgotten that he was the president, I had been surrounded by people much older than me and expected an old president, I almost laughed at the thought. He smiled lightly once our eyes meet and I felt myself doing the same. I could tell meetings were a drag to him and my presence seemed to lighten his mood a bit.

"Let's begin shall we?" Trunks said.

The meeting commenced as soon as Trunks gave the word, in order each department gave their input on how they were functioning and what changes they would make to improve. I just sat quietly, half amazed at how the meeting was going, Trunks listening intently while his secretary Gina took down notes, and his mother also taking notes of her own.

"John, how's everything in advertisement going?" Trunks asked.

I passed John the notepad and he did a quick read through.

"Well, Mr. Briefs we're still working on a good way to advertise our latest product and-"

"What about the mascot?" Trunks interrupted.

John paused for a minute, not expecting to be cut off.

"Umm…well we still have some of our crew working on it, but right now the designs aren't meeting our criteria of perfection."

Trunks pursued his lips, "Why don't you let Goten take a crack at it?" Trunks asked, but his tone was really demanding him to do it.

I looked up at my best friend, surprised. I mean this would actually give me something to actually do, but I didn't expect him to look out for me like this.

"Well, Mr. President he just-"

"I'm aware he just started, just give him a chance, two months and if his ideas doesn't meet your criteria of perfection then we'll have your crew keep trying."

The room was silent, John knowing he had no choice agreed.

"On to the next subject," Trunks said, breaking the silence that had soon taken over.

Gina cleared her throat as she looked over a sheet of paper, "How much progress have we made with fixing the helping hands problem?"

For a moment the room was silent making me believe no one had done anything. Trunks had told me about the situation months back and how he and Marron were supporting one of the families who was hit deeply by the tragedy.

"Well sir we'd hired architects and construction workers to rebuild their homes while temporarily having them stay at hotels and are getting to reimbursing them," a gray-haired man said.

"How far are you on designing the boy's arm Trunks?"

I found my head turning to face Bulma who sat next Trunks, though she was so near to my best friend I failed to detect her presence, well I completely forgot she was her due to how silent she was throughout the meeting.

The big smile on his face faded into a small one, he had told me that this entire topic disturbed his mother to the point where she was thinking about early retirement, and I still know he hadn't told his mother he'd been visiting their family more than that one time when he took the measurements for the boy's arm.

"Well I can say I'm making good progress I'll give it a few more weeks before we can actually get into creating the arm," Trunks said, widening his smile a bit.

"Mr. President may I?"

Just as I turned my head to the new voice Trunks did too.

"Yes, Stefan?"

The man didn't look so old as gray still hadn't taken over his hair, but I could tell he was still twice my age.

"When exactly did you get the measurements of the boy's arm to continue designing?"

"A while back, I thought I mentioned this at the previous meeting?"

I saw Gina whisper in his ear and he nodded his head.

"Oh, I didn't know you took a leave of absence," Trunks admitted, "Well I've acquired the measurements a few months ago and I'd rented out an apartment for their family."

He didn't add more, he had also hired a personal nurse to help take care of their sick father while the children had a chance of attending school and being actual children. Trunks had told me seeing that young boy looked so stressed out reminded him of him when he was a teenager and that no one should be deprived from fun at such an age.

The meeting was adjourned seconds later.

I walked up to Trunks who was talking with an important looking man.

Once they shook hands and the man left I opened my mouth to speak, telling him thanks.

He smiled before patting my back, "I know how the first day at work feels like, and it only stays like that for a couple of more weeks, so I sought it as a good idea to actually have you working."

I smiled at him before making my way out as John seemed to have been waiting for me. I passed Bulma who ignored my presence and only seemed to only talk with her son.

I was sent home early, with two folders full of designs and ideas from the other workers.

"What do you want for dinner?" Valese asked me.

I bit into my apple before telling her I didn't care.

She smiled lightly before telling me it would be a surprise then. I flipped through another page looking at an image of a capsule with the initials CC, it was a pretty decent idea for a mascot, but then again I know Capsule Corp was looking for something more unique.

I felt soft hands being wrapped around my shoulders, "When are you going to take a break?" she whispered into my ear.

"Soon," I assured her, I'd just received some actual work and didn't want to screw it up because if I did I would be going back to square one and helping Jerry organize his files and doodling absentmindedly on my desk.

She gave me a peck on the cheek before heading back to the kitchen and started taking vegetables from the fridge.

I found myself giving up on work minutes later as I watched her work, she was doing everything so smoothly, from cutting the vegetables to cleaning the meats.

In three more weeks we would be married, we had already arranged a couple of things like I would be moving into her apartment as my apartment was pretty crappy and I didn't want my queen living in such a place, and she would be taking on a new job, saying modeling for the rest of her life would cut time on her personal life and she didn't want it ruining our marriage.

Dinner was served an hour later and I was famished. I thanked Valese for the food before digging right in as my stomach couldn't take all the waiting anymore.

"So, how was your first day of work?"

I took a pause in my eating, swallowed before opening my mouth to speak, "It was alright, ended up attending a pretty serious meeting today," I told before going back to eating.

My first day wasn't as I expected, during my training I was put to work by actually performing procedures of marketing by creating short advertisements and stuff, till I came to realize on my third week I'd basically become Jerry's personal assistant and was just stuck filing and tending to his needs. But even though today was a bit hectic it turned out fine.

"I also saw my executive boss get slapped," I added, chuckling at the memory.

"Really?" she asked, giggling too.

"Yeah, but I think it's a usual thing as he didn't seem like he was going to actually fight back."

The room fell into silence, the only sounds heard were the clinks and clacks of our utensils brushing against plates and bowls.

"So, did you find the new job you wanted yet?" I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin as I'd eaten everything on my plate.

She smiled, "I'm still thinking, Marron's helping me so we'll figure something out soon," her voice was a bit sad.

"Hey, you'll find a job you'll love," I told before getting up, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing my plates and bringing them to the sink for wash.

"You don't have to wash them, I got them, babe," Valese scolded me as she pushed her chair out.

"The least I can do for my fiancée making me a wonderful meal," I purred.

She blushed and I found myself doing the same.

I love her.

I gave her one more kiss on the cheek before heading out her apartment, three more weeks I told myself and she would be mine.