..::AN: PLEASE SOMEBODY! tell me why i cant do the squigle things with stars (shift 8) its bugging me, i'll put them in but once i upload it they dont show up!! grr. Anyway i'm off to a good start on this. Im glad ppl are starting to guess who the boss is, otherwise i'd be very downcast. Dont tell me who it is cause i know! and dont spoil it for those who dont figure it out!! Hope you likes!!::.

The Weasley parents had brought their daughter up well, taught her good manors,

but this morning Ginny cursed so much someone who heard would have thought she was

raised by wild flying-bikers.

Once again Ginny was trying to win the battle of tying the small clasp on her shoe

with one hand while putting on her jacket with the other while trying to catch the elevator

in the hotel.

Ginny's modern flat was on the opposite side of the city, so she was staying in a hotel for

a little while until she got settled in her job and could start to look for a new flat.

As she kept her eye on the floor she didn't see a cleaning lady push her huge cart

out of the room in front of her . The woman yelled to warn her as the cart rolled a little

out of place, about to collided with the stumbling red-head.

Ginny turned, her shoe flying up in the air as she dodged the large cut, but lost her

footing, Ginny herself flew up into the air and landed with a thud in a large bin of white

towels.

The cleaning lady jumped and ran over to her, looking down at the bewildered

woman with wide eyes and a towel on her head.

"Are you alright Miss? I'm so SO sorry! But you came out of no where and I

didn't see you and.." she flustered, she was a young girl with dark loose curls that reached

her shoulders.

Ginny took the towel of her head, raising a hand to make the young girl pause.

"These are clean right?" Ginny asked, a little afraid to here the answer. The girl

nodded. "And my shoe?" Ginny asked. The girl held up the unbuckled black heel intact,

Ginny smiled.

"Thanks. Sorry about that!" she said grabbing the shoe, hopping to her feet and

running with one barefoot into the closing elevator.

Marissa put her hands firmly on Ginny's shoulders pushing her into a high backed

black, leather office chair.

"So I use that little shiny window thing..and that silver pen and write like I would

on paper. The in shows up on that bigger window thing, and I read the messages from the

boss on that?" she asked, totally shocked by the mode of communication.

Marissa smiled, "It's easy! Its like a Muggle computer, sorta, but anyway I'm

pretty sure you don't know what that is. So at six the Boss will start talking to you, just

make sure you're here so he's not talking to your chair! Ok I have to go, its time for

Gucci's pedicure! Toodles!"

With that Marissa left with her little dog trotting at her heel on a purple collar.

Ginny sighed, she had almost died of shock when she saw the pink obsessed Marissa

wearing all different shades of purple, through the window that wasn't covered by the

purple curtains in Marissa's office, all her furniture and accessories changed their color as

well.
Ginny looked at her watch, it was only four thirty. But that alright by Ginny

because she still had to unpack the rest of her stuff, and come up with an idea about what

her article would be about.

Ginny took the clasp out of her hair, letting the tight ponytail down so she could

relax a little bit. Then standing up she moved over to the large boxes on her desk marked

"Ginny's Stuff." She looked down at the things she had in her old cubicle at the Daily

Prophet, if you wanted to stretch your legs in that thing you would have had to move into

the hallway.

"These people certainly treat their workers better." she sighed quietly. Her office

was large, with creamy ivory coloured carpets, mahogany desks and empty bookshelves.

On her desk sat the silver box thing, something Marissa had called Cyberparch?

Ginny smiled quietly to herself putting her books into the shelves, along with a

few pictures of her friends. She couldn't ever keep these on her desk, sometimes her work

got so scattered she couldn't tell what was what.

The famous Harry Potter laughed while dunking Ron under the lake water,

Hermione screamed as Ginny splashed her and Cho also screamed while trying to keep

atop Harry's shoulders. The trip to North America they had all indulged in had been so

much fun, it was then that Harry had proposed to Cho, who had agreed with happy tears.

The picture of Harry on his knees and Cho fanning herself trying not to faint she pulled

out of the box and put on the shelf as well.

Ginny sighed as she went back to her work, trying to pull a concept for a article

basically out of thin air, the meeting was at the end of the week when they workers would

discuss what they were writing about. It was when she heard a quiet ding a while later she

realized how distracted she was.

"Dammit!" she said quietly, looking down at the circle of junk around on the floor

she was trying to organize into things she didn't want in this chic and stylish office and

things she did. Quickly she ran over to the thin silver box, to her dismay she got her foot

caught on the corner of her desk and fell to the floor.

Ginny blew her hair out of her face, staring up at the ceiling for a second until she

heard the cheerful ding noise again that she stood up and opened the little box to see a

fancy and elegant green handwriting glimmering back at her.

"Good afternoon number 24.

24 are you there?"

Ginny swallowed nervously, picking up the silver pen and placing it on the clear,

silver edged plexi-glass rectangle that seemed to be built into the desk.

"Hello" she paused wondering what to address him by. "Sir, I'm sorry I took a

little while I.." she paused again. Was she going to confess to someone she didn't even

know she had a nervous induced clumsy spell? Not to mention it was the second one of

the day.

"..have no idea how to really use this thing." she wrote, looking at her neat writing

glistening on the screen below what he wrote.

Ginny let out another nervous breath. "This is too weird." she whispered quietly.

"That's alright, I don't blame you. Most people raised in magic homes aren't

really familiar with things like this." glistened the green writing. Ginny looked at it, it was

elegant, with fancy twists on the capital letters, Ginny looked at it a little jealously.

Compared to her normal, neat, almost school girl like scrawl it made her feel rather

unprofessional. Her letter I's had almost heart like dots on them, she wrote small and

neatly. His writing was medium sized, but even though sometimes his R's looked a little

too angled for Ginny's liking, she was still jealous of its professional essence.

"That would be me." she said simply. Marissa never taught her etiquette for

something like this, was she supposed to ask about his family? Did he have a family?

What about his day? Was it totally preposterous to ask weather his house got struck by

lightening or if he suddenly changed his sexuality?

The lettering glistened, almost reading her thoughts.

"Already on what your second sentence I can tell you have no idea what to do.

Am I right?"

Ginny tensed, she wondered if he was talking to her what his tone would be like.

But somehow she got the idea it was amused.

"Completely, and I'm not just saying that to get ahead since you're the Boss.

Marissa, great as she is, didn't really go over how these things work. Any pointers for a

rookie?" she swallowed, quickly running to the water pitcher by the door and pouring

herself a glass to try and relax herself. Was she already getting herself fired?

Quickly she returned to her seat, to see the green lettering coming back.

"Marissa? Well as for tips, just relax, I'm just trying to get to know you. I've seen

brief bits of your work 24. From what I see so far its pretty amazing, I don't give

compliments too often so you better take what you get." it said, Ginny wiped her semi

damp hand from holding onto her cold glass of water, after setting the glass on a coaster

to write back.

"Marissa the manager? Blonde hair, has color themes. A dog named Gucci?"

Ginny sighed wondering how many firms he had that he couldn't remember his key

employee's names.

"Oh you mean 22? The manager. So she's a blonde is she? She always seemed a

little like stereotype, she's sweet and all but she's really.." he trailed off, Ginny smirked

finishing the sentence for him.

"Perky?" she asked. Then something hit her. This man didn't even know his

manager by name! She had no idea what she looked like, he didn't know who she was.

"Yes I suppose. But 22 does a great job. From what my people tell me she always

makes the magazine look amazing." the screen read. Ginny's jaw dropped.

"Are you saying, that you have never actually seen an issue of Vraleish?" she

wrote, the end of the last letter a bit crooked as she was in shock. What kind of person

addressed people like this? Did he just think of the people that worked here as numbers?

Numbers that make him money? Did he know what the magazine looked like? What sort

of people read it? Did he even know what it looked like?

"Im flattered you think I have that much time on my hands number 24. Now I

have some questions to ask." it glistened, Ginny could almost hear a impatient and

slightly angry tone in her head. She took another swallow of her water, trying to suppress

the anger she felt inside her.

"Ask away." she wrote, sighing, slouching in her chair thinking this was going to

be one long night.

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