Enough with the sap! This one's a little funnier. But that's my opinion, you don't have to agree. But you should anyway.

Making A Decision

Chapter 17: Trunks

I don't know why Mom made me interview the Golden Angel. Everyone already knew she was going to get the job. But on Monday morning, there she came, into my office, in a long black skirt and light pink sweater, blonde hair in a bun, and thin wire frames perched on head.

"Hey there Mr. Briefs," she smiled.

I stood up and kissed her, holding her gently in my arms. "Hi Angel. I hate this, but I promised Mom I'd act professional." I cleared my throat. "Have a seat Miss Chestnut."

"Thank you Mr. Briefs. I just hope you don't greet all employees like that," she said with a big fat smirk on her face.

I put my glasses on. "Only the gorgeous ones that look like angels," I replied. I shuffled some papers on my desk. "Now before we start the interview, I think we need to go over the ground rules. Rule one: no tight clothes unless the president requests it."

My Golden Angel laughed, her singsong voice echoing off the hollow walls of the office.

"Rule number two. You can only date the president. And finally, rule number three. You must kiss the president every time you walk into his office and tell him you love him every time you leave," I finished.

She smiled. "I think that's easy enough. Can we start the interview now?"

I nodded. "The interview will consist of a few simple questions. Can I see your resume please?" She handed it to me. "Okay. How much experience have you had in this sort of work?"

My angel crossed her legs. "None really. But I have heard enough stories about it to know what I'm doing. Plus, I think I could find help if I needed it," she smirked.

"Next question. Are you willing to work long hours if necessary?"

"Well, I heard there's a nice-assed president around here somewhere, so I wouldn't mind it," she replied.

I smirked. "One final question. Now this is the most important one, so think about your answer carefully. On your resume, it says nothing about boyfriends. Do you have one at the moment?"

"Well, there is this one guy. But he's nothing special. To tell you the truth, I find the guy that works down the hall much more attractive," my angel said, trying not to laugh.

I took my glasses off. "Well Miss Chestnut, everything seems to be in order. Everything, that is, except for that last answer. But as you know, I can be a very forgiving person," I said. "Now if you'll follow me, I'll show you to your desk."

She followed me out the door and I gestured toward an oak desk piled with papers. "Okay now, interview's over." I dragged her back into my office. After closing the door, I leaned in and kissed her. "Hi Angel."

She smiled. "Hi Trunks. I missed you during my interview."

I played with a stray piece of her golden hair. "You are so beautiful," I said softly. Then I thought of an idea. "Hey Angel?"

"What?" she asked smiling.

"Would you want to move in with me now? Please? Everything's different now, right?" I asked.

She brushed my bangs aside. "Trunks, I don't know. Yes, everything is different, but in a way, everything's still the same," she replied quietly.

I nodded. "Will you at least spend the day with me tomorrow? I can get Bra to fill in for me. We'd have an amazing time, I promise."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the cheek. "I'd love to. But I have to go. Call me later?"

"Of course. But before you leave, you can't forget rule number three," I reminded her.

"I wasn't planning on it," she laughed. "I love you Trunks."

I kissed her. "I love you too Angel. I miss you already," I said.

She smiled. "Bye." And then I watched her intently as she walked out the office door.

~Hmmm, Trunks and Marron working together. How's that going to work out? Somehow I think there's going to be a lot of extra lunch hours…~