Title: Leap of Faith (Part Two)

Author: fatedtoflames (DJ)

Pairing: Chastine

Rating: PG-13 thus far

Summary: Chas takes the ultimate leap of faith to help John.

By the time Chas was three steps in the door, he regretted every single time he'd ever stared at a pretty girl as she entered the room.

All eyes locked on him as the automatic doors slid shut behind him, and he shifted uncomfortably before approaching the front desk.

Head up, walk smooth, remember your balance, don't run into anything, don't trip…

The man at the desk looked up as Chas approached the desk, and Chas felt like throwing out a few choice words when the man's gaze locked on his chest.

"I'm Chastity Carmichael," Chas said, shifting his voice to where he'd been told to speak. His voice was still pretty low for a girl, but it was more sultry than fake. At least, that's what John said. "I'm here for the summer job…"

The man cleared his throat. "Right, right…the boss has been expecting you. If you'll just take a seat, I'll have someone come to get you and take you to him."

Chas nodded, slowly turning around and heading back to the waiting area. He heard a light cat call and he could feel every guy in the room staring at him like a hunk of fresh meat- not to mention he could feel the glares from the women present.

He couldn't understand how women handled this all day every day…

He kept his head up as he sat down and crossed his legs. It wasn't something he was used to, to say the least- but neither was wearing a knee-high skirt and a corset. Karlos had spent two hours that morning at John's apartment, tweaking Chas's look until he was the same pouty-lipped doe-eyed girl as last night.

"You still fuckin' owe me…" He muttered to John under his breath.

"Miss Carmichael?"

Chas looked up, and a man in a suit was standing there with a clipboard.

"He's ready to see you. Come with me," the man said, turning and beginning to walk away. Chas got up, stumbled, got his balance, and caught up with the man as quickly as he could.

"Uh…does my boss have a name?" He asked quite timidly. This guy looked like a mafia hitman.

"There are rules," the man said, ignoring Chas's question. "Refer to him as 'sir'. Don't show the slightest amount of disrespect or you will be let go on the spot. Don't speak unless he gives you permission. Understood?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Good. Take the elevator to the eighth floor, then go down the hallway to the left. He'll be waiting for you in conference room B."

Chas wanted to make a very snide remark, but then remembered that he was supposed to be acting ladylike. So instead, he waited until the man turned his back, then he flipped him off before heading for the elevator, almost falling on his face again.

Another guy stepped into the elevator with a woman, and Chas kept to one side of the elevator, trying to ignore how the man's eyes traveled up and down his body like a judge inspecting a show dog.

The woman whispered something to the man and he looked away, and they got off at the third floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed again, Chas leaned against the wall of the elevator and sighed heavily.

I can't do this, he thought, his feet already aching from the heels. John thinks I can do this, but he's wrong. I'm gonna screw this up, I know it.

The doors slid open on the eighth floor and he stepped out, looking both ways down the hallway. He went left, nervously eyeing each door as he passed it.

This floor was quiet. Too quiet.

He walked down to conference room B, and he knocked lightly, nervously shifting his weight as he waited. There was some hushed conversation, and then a voice said, "Come in, Miss Carmichael."

Chas pushed the door open and stepped in, looking around curiously at the large, mirrored boardroom before his eyes settled on the people standing by the table. One he recognized as the man John described as Balthazar, a merciless half breed demon. The other was a man that hardly looked 25, handsome and impeccably dressed.

"Chastity Carmichael, is it?" Balthazar asked, extending his hand for a handshake, his voice smooth and dark. Chas shook his hand and nodded, swallowing hard.

"This is Jared Miller. He'll be your departmental manager," Balthazar explained, gesturing to the man beside him. Jared smiled.

"We're delighted to have your help this summer, Miss Carmichael. You came highly recommended," Jared said, taking Chas's hand and kissing the back of it. Chas barely managed to not gag.

"I'm excited to be here, sir," he said, forcing a smile. "I was told it was an excellent opportunity for advancement in the field."

Balthazar smirked, stepping too close to Chas for comfort. Chas shrank back a bit, and Balthazar said, "With your experience thus far, I'm sure you know that any work you partake of in this building is a part of your non-disclosure agreement."

His voice had a tone that there was simply no arguing with. Chas nodded, leaning back. Of course, leaning back in heels for him was a trick- he almost fell, and Balthazar grabbed his arm with a painfully tight grip.

"Careful there, Miss Carmichael. Wouldn't want any accidents on your first day," he whispered, his lips about a centimeter from Chas's ear. Balthazar let go and stepped away straightening his suit jacket. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Miller…I have a meeting. You will get Miss Carmichael settled in, won't you?"

Jared smiled. "Of course. Not a problem."

Balthazar left, and Jared's eyes settled on Chas. "Are you ready to get to work?"

Chas smiled. "I'm always ready."

"That's a good outlook. It'll take you places here," Jared said, leading the way out of the conference room and to the elevators. "Your office is on the fourth floor. For the first few days you'll be doing some filing, taking calls, the basics. Once we judge your drive and pace, we'll set you up with more important tasks."

The elevator doors closed, and as the elevator started down, Jared got a sly smile. "And there are many opportunities for promotion, with a little overtime."

Chas's eyebrow arched. "That wasn't in the employment agreement…"

"Oh, this is a little on the side work that you can do to advance quicker," Jared said, and quite suddenly he gave Chas's ass a rough squeeze. Chas yelped in surprise, but he couldn't respond because at that moment the elevator doors slid open.

Jared led a furious Chas over to his office, a small room with tons of filing cabinets, but at least it had a view. Chas walked up to the desk, but spun around as Jared shut the door behind them.

Before Chas could move Jared was pressed up against him, one hand holding Chas's hip tightly.

"You're a beautiful young woman, Chastity…I could have you managing a department in 6 months with enough extra effort on your part," he said, his voice low as he backed away. "Keep that in mind. You won't regret it."

Quick as that, Jared was gone. Chas took a deep, shaky breath, straightening his skirt and looking back down at the desk again. There was a to-do list there, everything from calling clients to filing.

This is going to be one hell of a long week, he thought. He stepped around the desk…and promptly fell on his face.

Balthazar stood in his office, looking out over the city when Jared came in.

"She reeks of John Constantine," Balthazar growled out.

"With all due respect, you're being paranoid, sir," Jared said, dropping into a chair. "She doesn't have the sight, she's not aggressive, and she didn't seem to suspect a thing. No way in hell John Constantine would send in such a character."

"All the same…I want you to keep a close eye on Miss Carmichael. Get to know her better…much better," Balthazar said, knowing full well that Jared would know exactly what he meant.

Jared smirked. "That, sir, I will gladly do."