Author's Notes: After reading a few Reeve stories I realized that I needed to get some time with an aggressive Reeve. So, back to The Dreamer! Sadly this chapter is shorter, but involves a great ditz who is pretty in touch with things this time.
Once more, Italic text means translated from Wutain for your sake.
Chapter 5: The Secretary
She watched sadly as Reeve Evans and his robotic spy left the office of her boss. The Turk had been arguing with Tseng on the phone before her desk, not knowing that she knew Wutain, or maybe not caring about it. Elena could not help but worry for Reno. Almost everyone in Shin-Ra knew about the reputation of that Turk. Between Sephiroth, and Reeve, almost no new employees went 'unconquered'. Some even said that Elena had avoided it because of that and the fact that she and Rude were married. Yet she was not unaware that Reno had made his way into Reeve's crosshairs.
Silently she started at opening the mail addressed specifically to her boss. In the end there were welcome letters from all of the executives, a request for an appointment from Scarlet, a demand for a meeting from her brother Rufus, and the other constants for a new executive, firearms training from the Turks. It was something implemented long ago, but not enforced until Rufus had come to power several years back. The idea was to give someone a minor way to protect themselves while not rendering them into deadly weapons themselves. While their skills were no where near par with that of the Turks, they were good enough to make the late Mister Tarshil cocky enough to threaten a Turk. Because of this the man had been shot by said Turk, none other than Reeve.
Once the mail was dealt with she entered the office of her new boss, where Reno had buried his face in his hands. Already it seemed as if the initial joy and shock had set in and now a new sense of fear and nervousness had taken over the young red-head. How could he not be in such a state really? He had just made friends with one of the two deadliest men in Shin-Ra, he'd met the most powerful people in Midgar, and it was about to get a little more stressful.
"Mister Tarshil," she began.
"Reno," he responded, "It's just Reno."
Elena smiled softly at Reno. He was so nice and sweet. Too bad that such things were so easily destroyed around here. Also, with Reeve around, Reno would end up being easily manipulated through these good qualities.
"I have your first messages sir. Miss Scarlet would like to have a meeting with you regarding the development of a town around the aerial and space research area. The President will expect you in his office tomorrow at three in the afternoon. The other executives sent formal letters of welcome, and the Turks have already sent a message to have me set up your firearms training."
"Fire arms training?" Reno asked nervously.
"Standard for all high ranking employees. I met my husband during firearms training. Don't worry, it's not too hard, and the Turks are very patient."
"Why would I need fire arms training?" the younger male asked.
"You're in Shin-Ra Reno. Your father CREATED Midgar. Those are pretty good reasons. Also, it is dangerous on the streets at night. You could also request special training with a less lethal weapon if you desire. I would suggest a stun gun or Electromagnetic Rod, or EMR for short."
"Okay… What do I do about the other stuff?"
"I have sent the standard reply to the congratulations and welcome letters, I have arranged a meeting with Scarlet next week and Rufus will receive a letter confirming your appointment tomorrow. And as for the training, I will speak to the Turks directly about it."
"Oh, thank you Elena," he said.
"I'm here to make things easier Reno," she said with a smile. "And call me 'Laney."
The red-head grinned, "Alright, 'Laney it is. But you have to call me Reno, none of that 'sir' stuff."
The blonde woman smiled widely. "Okay then. Welcome to the Department of Urban Development Reno."
"Thank you. Um, do you know any good places to eat in Midgar?"
"Of course. Would you like me to make you a reservation for tonight?"
"Would you? Oh thank you very much Elena!"
"No problem. You know what, despite the odds, I think you might actually like it here at Shin-Ra."
After a while of helping the new executive unpack his books and hang pictures and set up mini models of the city Elena was forced to rush to her desk by a ringing phone.
"Hello, Urban Development. Reno Tarshil's office, Elena speaking. How may I help you?"
"Elena," said a familiar and sweet voice, "May I speak to our new executive?"
"Uh, Reeve. I'm not sure you should. He's rather busy at the moment."
"Oh come on, it's not like I would hurt him or anything."
"You know as well as I do that you could do just that Reeve-sama," Elena snapped in Wutain.
There was stunned silence on the line for a few moments. "Elena, I can't believe I forgot that your father had Tseng and I tutor you and your brother in Wutain."
"I think father's exact words were 'know thy enemy'."
"I'm hurt. Do you see me as an enemy?" the Turk almost purred over the line.
"When it comes to Reno's happiness, yes." She had quickly grown fond of her new boss.
"Elena, who is it?" came Reno's voice from the door of his office.
With a sigh she covered the mouthpiece, but knew Reeve had heard the words spoken so confidently by the lovely executive. "It is Mister Tuesti sir. He would like to talk to you."
"Mister Tuesti?" Reno questioned. "Do I know a Mister Tuesti?"
"Yes, Reeve."
"Oh, I'll take it in my office then," the male said before retreating to his office with a smile.
Elena let out a sigh and transferred the call, but not before she carefully took her place by Reno's door to listen in.
"Hello Reeve… Yes, I'm all settled in now. Elena has been a great help," the fiery man said with a slight smile. "Oh, well… Yeah… Sure… Um, how about the White Storm? It's really close to my place. … Great. See you at seven then. … Yeah, I'll just have Elena reserve me a table at a restaurant a bit earlier instead. … Okay, see you then."
The blonde let out a sigh. Reno was going out to a bar with the Turk leader. This would not end well.