Disclaimer: RIB and E.L James
Santana arrived at the office with minutes to spare. She entered the building with her normal air of confidence. As she walked up there was a man in wheelchair at the front desk.
"Which level is Brett Pierce's floor?" She asks leaning her arms on the counter.
"May I ask who you are?" He looks up at her waiting for and answer.
" I'm Quinn Fabray's replacement." She says slowly getting annoyed.
"Alright let me call up for you. Tina I have Quinn's replacement." He says into the phone.
"Oh thank god you called Artie, without Quinn things up here are going to hell up here, I don't know how she does it. Brett panicking and I cannot keep up with him." Tina says the distress clear in her voice. The call ends and he looks up to at her.
" 's floor is 17, Tina will be by the elevator waiting for you. It was nice to meet you? He says waiting for Santana to say her name.
"Santana, and it was nice meeting you Artie." She walks to the elevator all she could think about is how she going to handle what going on up there, it Quinn can do it so can she it was that simple. As the elevator opened she saw the huge lay out of the floor. It was open huge windows that allowed sunlight. Tina happened to a small Asian woman, she wore a pretty smile and it made Santana feel good. She took a good look around there was a flat screen TVs with different game stations at each one in tiny rooms. It had a popcorn machine and fro-yo. But than Santana realized there was no one playing the games or on computers.
"If your looking for people there all in the board room with Brett." Tina say noticing her wondering gaze.
"May I ask you something?" Santana asks.
"Sure, what is it? She say urging Santana to continue.
"Well you this place looks like a teenager designed it. And no man in his forty's would allow his works to play." Santana says losing her voice as she here Tina laugh.
"You think Brett's in his forties, no he's only 27." Tina says trying to control her laugh. As Tina tried to control her laugh a door opened and people walked out of a room.
"The meetings over let head to his office and wait for him." Tina says and walks towards a big room with huge windows that let in the sunlight and the doors to his office are glass so people could see in. The two ide walls were baby blue. As they entered Santana went straight to the window to see the city. It was amazing the view he had. he heard the door open and quickly turned around to see him. Brett Pierce stood there perfect Santana thought. Well is back was he had not turned around yet.
"Tina thanks I just want to talk to Santana for a little bit." Tina nodded waved bye to her and left.
"Take a seat Santana." the way he said her name was perfect. She walked around the desk and sat down facing the windows outside. He was studying some papers Tina had handed him. She heard him let out a exhausted sigh. She just looked forward waiting for him to sit down. Than he did and brown met blue the world seemed to slow. His eyes were an baby blue like the expect much more comforting and made her feel safe. If only she new he was thinking the exact same thing. The sun happened to poke out of the Seattle clouds right than and the sun gave his blonde hair an almost golden shine. Little did they now Tina walked in and the door closed ending the staring contest. She placed some papers on his desk and walked out. Santana looked up from the papers, and Brett flashed her a bright smile and it made her smile back.
"So Santana, you will be filling for Quinn which means you are my right hand woman. Most of your time here will be spent with me. Santana was perfectly fine with spending time most her time with him.
" And the other half will be with the people out there and in your office. Get to know the people out there." If there was one thing Santana was bad at it was getting people to like her. She soon realized he was still talking.
"That's it so I would personally like to welcome you to Pierce music industry." He reached out his hand and Santana took it and she felt it that jolt, spark what ever you want to talk it. All she could think was I have to touch him again in it didn't matter how she just had to.