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"Your contributions are priceless as always, Mr. Sebastian." Vincent Phantomhive nodded as he sat at the sleek table in the upscale office.
Sebastian Michaelis glanced out the floor to ceiling windows and admired the view of London, watching the cars in the street below for just a second before his gaze flickered over to Vincent.
"Thank you, Lord Phantomhive. I remain honored to act as CEO of Funtom, but as always, I seek to serve you and the members of our board." Sebastian Michaelis replied with a cordial smile.
Tall, handsome, wealthy, and exquisitely debonair, Sebastian Michaelis was one of London's most eligible alphas…...
Vincent Phantomhive was also a handsome, wealthy alpha, but unlike Sebastian, Vincent was older, in his mid-forties, married with a daughter and a blue blood.
Vincent Phantomhive was an Earl.
His daughter, Ciel, was a beautiful, young, well-bred omega.
Like many omegas of her age and class, Ciel was already engaged, but that was a decision she hadn't made herself.
Around the table, the other members on the shareholders board at Funtom nodded in approval and applauded.
Funtom's business meeting was just finishing up and everyone stood to leave.
But as the others filtered out of the room, Vincent Phantomhive lingered to speak with Sebastian.
Sebastian kept his pleasant smile as he smiled, "I trust you're enjoying your retirement with your wife and daughter, Lord Phantomhive?"
"I am." Vincent replied with a stately nod.
Feathery, silky hair, handsome features, striking, dark eyes…..
Shades of black, alabaster, and blue.
It was remarkable, really.
Vincent and his chosen successor shared similarities in their appearances.
"However, I was hoping to speak with you about something." Vincent said as his smile faded.
"Oh?" Sebastian blinked.
"Is there still an opening for the administrative assistant position?" Vincent asked.
"You mean, my assistant? Yes, actually, there is. Surely you weren't expecting to fill the role, Lord Phantomhive?" Sebastian chuckled.
"No, but I have someone in mind." Vincent said resolutely.
"And who would that be?" Sebastian asked.
Sebastian was intrigued.
The interviews hadn't worked out well so far…
Apparently, it was actually quite difficult to find a decent secretary.
"My daughter, Ciel." Vincent said.
Sebastian quickly slapped a smile on his face to hide his shock and horror.
Sebastian had never met Ciel, but he had heard that Vincent Phantomhive's daughter was moody and self-absorbed, and young…
Very young.
The worst secretaries were always young.
"How wonderful." Sebastian replied.
….Although wonderful was the last thing that Sebastian thought the new employee would be.
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The morning that Ciel was supposed to start her job at Funtom, she was downstairs eating breakfast, dressed in her navy blue pajamas and in a very surly mood while she scrolled through Instagram on her iPhone.
"I hope you're not wearing that to work, Ciel." Vincent commented as he walked into the kitchen while Rachel Phantomhive made pancakes on the stove.
"No, Father." Ciel huffed. "I'm not."
"I hope you don't think you're going to sit on your phone all day at work either." Vincent chastised when Ciel failed to look up from her screen.
Ciel sighed and locked her phone, laying it down on the counter as she finally met her father's stare.
"Why are you making me do this?" Ciel asked.
"Because you need to get out of the house." Vincent snipped.
"I'm getting married at the end of the summer. I'll get out of the house then." Ciel reasoned.
"Edward Midford won't tolerate a lazy omega as a wife. You need to learn responsibility. Working teaches one responsibility and Mr. Sebastian runs a very tight ship." Vincent replied.
"I just graduated University! Isn't that enough?" Ciel fumed.
"Quarter til seven." Vincent observed, checking his smart watch. "Best be getting changed, then."
Ciel glared at her father while she turned and stomped up the stairs.
Ciel didn't want anything to do with whoever "Mr. Sebastian" was and she didn't care one lick about Funtom.
But if her father commanded…
Ciel sighed to herself while she changed into a frilly, long-sleeved white blouse and a tight, black pencil skirt that highlighted the lithe curves of her very slender figure.
The short, petite bluenette frowned at herself in the mirror once she brushed out her short, bluenette hair.
If Ciel's father wanted her to work at the family business for a few weeks, even just as a secretary, then Ciel resigned herself…
She would do her very best.
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The family driver took Ciel to the Funtom building in the center of London and Ciel bumped into a female accountant on the elevator.
The kind woman helpfully showed Ciel the way to the desk she would set at, just outside of Sebastian's door, with a large window onto Sebastian's office behind her.
Sebastian could look right out of that window and right at Ciel.
And that's just what he did.
Sebastian had only been with the company for a couple of years, he had never met Ciel or seen a picture of her, but….
As Sebastian peered at Ciel while she settled into her new desk, all his bitter feelings and brooding musings of dread fell from his mind.
In fact, at that moment, all Sebastian could do was stare blindly at the bluenette, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
Sebastian didn't know what to drink in first, the soft sheen of Ciel's bluenette hair, the flawless porcelain tone of her delicate face, or her figure, so trim and teasing…
As Ciel bent over to pick up a pen that accidentally clattered to the floor, Sebastian's eyes glued themselves to the plump but subtle curve of her bottom.
In a heart-breaking second though, Ciel straightened back up and Sebastian frowned.
Sebastian quickly closed the blinds to the large window of his office and sat back in his custom leather chair.
Decisions, decisions.
Sebastian was normally suave and debonair, able to charm anyone in a few graceful words.
For once, though, Sebastian was speechless.
Anxious…..
Sebastian's teeth almost rattled in his head as if he had just seen a ghost.
Sebastian was rarely nervous, but as he grasped the arms of the chair, his hands trembled.
Sebastian needed to introduce himself to Ciel, but what would he say?
How would he say…
Decisions, decisions.
Sebastian had never felt more apprehensive about speaking to anyone, not even to Vincent and the board of shareholders when he had been given his job…..
But, that was different.
Sebastian was beyond nervous about stepping out and meeting Ciel…..
…...Because Sebastian was certain that he wasn't going to meet Ciel, the new employee.
No.
Sebastian was going to meet Ciel, his future omega.
His mate.
Sebastian stood up from his desk and walked over to a console table across the room.
Taking the lid off of his reusable water bottle, Sebastian dampened a napkin and dabbed cool water onto his face.
Sebastian had to pull himself together.
Sebastian cleared his throat and walked over to the door, clutching the knob as his mind raced.
Sebastian was going to introduce himself to Ciel Phantomhive….
One day, Sebastian was certain that Ciel would be telling their grandchildren how the next few minutes went.