Goten sweatdropped as his mother cried throughout her toast. "And now my baby boy has graduated college! Five years of hard work and he didn't give up and he made it with great grades! I'm as proud as any mother can be! Congratulations Goten!" Chi-Chi cheered. Goten laughed a little at his mother's antics.
"Uh yeah, thanks Mom." He glanced at Bulma and raised his glass of cider in her direction. "And thank you Bulma for getting me that job."
Bulma smiled, pleased that she could help her young friend. "It's my pleasure Goten. Unfortunately there weren't any positions open in Capsule Corp, but lucky for you I was able to pull some strings and get you into Switzerson Enterprises."
Goten bowed appreciatively. "I owe you big time."
Bulma waved her hand passively. "It's no trouble but I should warn you, the CEO, Marina is incredibly strict." She leaned over and whispered. "She's nicknamed the CEB by her employees. You'll learn what that "B" means if you're on her bad side." Goten gulped nervously at the thought. "Anyway, you start tomorrow, 10 am. Don't be late, she hates that. Remember you were recommended by Capsule Corp so don't slack off."
Goten nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Don't worry. I'll be fine."
Marina sighed as she went through her stack of paperwork. "Let's see... A meeting tomorrow at noon..." She just had to fire her assistant on her busiest day. Marina took a sip of her coffee. "Probably not my smartest move, but if I had to hear that woman's whiny voice again I was going to go insane." She glanced at the resume on her desk. 'That's right. Bulma recommended a boy fresh out of college... Son Goten.' She looked at his picture. What a ridiculously goofy grin. Guys like this piss me off, he better not treat my company like a game.
Since her husband left her five years ago, Marina has become harsher toward her employees. Most would call her bitter. Others would call her bitch. Well... They both start with "B".
Goten stared at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. "Right. First day of work Goten." Murmured the youngest Son as he ran a comb through his naturally unruly hair. "Bulma said to give a great first impression..." He took a big gulp of coffee and instantly regretting it upon realizing two things. "So hot and bitter!" He coughed out in a hoarse voice. "God why do people drink this stuff? I'll stick to juice and soda." He muttered, downing a cup of orange juice in one go. Goten shook his head and flew out of his apartment. "Switzerson Enterprises..." Looking at his little map as he flew around he spotted it. It was an incredibly large building. Goten landed a ways away and hurried inside. He walked up to the receptionist with a grin on his face. "Hello I'm Son Goten. I'm a new employee."
The receptionist looked up at him. "I'm Jane. The boss is expecting you." She replied monotonously.
Goten blinked at the rather unpleasant tone of her voice. He followed her to the CEO's room, smiling and waving a little to more friendly coworkers. When they arrived he turned to thank the woman only to see that she was already half way down the hall. Goten merely shrugged and looked at the door. He paused, thinking about whether or not he should just enter. Remembering what Bulma had told him, he decided to knock.
"Enter." A cold voice answered.
Goten shivered and entered the room and was greeted by the cold. The room temperature was considerably lower than the rest of the building. He looked around and saw Marina, who was looking through some paperwork. Noticing him, she stood and walked away from her desk and approached him. His breath caught in his throat and a faint blush crossed his face.
She's beautiful... He caught himself thinking. He shook his head and held his hand out to her. "Hello ma'am. I'm Son Goten."
Marina didn't take his hand, she merely stared at him. Goten squirmed under her intense gaze. Finally, she spoke. "So you're Mr. Song, the new fish in the pond."
Goten blinked. Fish? Song? He thought. "Actually it's Son-"
"I read that you're only 22 and fresh out of college. Well look here, kiddo, you're not in school anymore, you're in a shark pool called Switzerson Enterprises and let me enlighten you, we chew and eat fish like you for lunch. So Mr. Song, if you can't handle it, I will not hesitate to fire you, got it!" Her gaze never wavered. Goten stared back at her, dumbfounded and unsure what to say. Marina looked to the side. "Anyway, you will report to Jane's office everyday for your assessments Mr. Song and I don't ever want to see you in my office unless I ask for you or unless you are told to come to my office, now get out!" She barked as she forcibly pushed the dumbfounded Son out of her office. He stumbled as she slammed the door.
Goten stared at the door, unsure what to do or where to go now. He turned around and jumped when he saw Jane standing patiently behind him. She motioned for him to follow and led him to his office.
Goten sat down and looked around. Jane folded her hands behind her back. "You are to talk to customers and try to sell our products. If you get a call from an executive, you will transfer it to Miss Marina, understand?"
Goten nodded a little. After showing Goten which button does what, Jane took her leave. Goten found himself with nothing to do of the moment so he decided to sharpen pencils.
"Hey, congratulations." Goten blinked and looked up. There he saw an employee holding out a cup of tea. "You're one of the few newbies who didn't come out of there crying." The man was was clearly older than Goten, maybe at the age of forty-six, though he already seemed to be with gray hairs and stressed lines of a man in his fifties.
"Crying? Why would I be crying old man?"
Said old man cringed before scowling. "Hey, watch who you're calling old?! I'm thirty years old you twerp!" He barked as he practically shoved his ID card in the young man's face.
Goten sweatdropped. ...Boy I was way off. He thought. "But you look so much older."
"You'd have gray hairs and stress lines too if you worked here for ten years!"
Goten sweatdropped. Someone is touchy. "Anyway, do people really come out of there crying?" He asked, turning his head in the direction of Marina's office. "She seems strict but I don't understand why someone would come out crying." He smiled a little to himself. Then again, after facing people like Majin Buu and Beerus-sama, a normal human isn't that scary. He paused. Not counting Bulma and my mom.
His coworker nodded. "Of course! She's not called the CEB for nothing."
Goten shrugged a little. He got to work, but really couldn't help but wonder what was so bad about his new boss. He heard a thump and looked to the side and cringed at the large stack of papers in front of him. It was almost as tall as the ceiling.
Jane stepped to the side, looking down at the stunned Son with a stoic expression. "The boss wants you to finish organizing all these papers by the end of the hour, Mr. Song. And yes, you have to read every single word. Have fun." She explained.
"W-What? All this in an hour?"
"That's what I said Mr. Song."
"A-Actually it's Son-" She turned around and left before he could complete his sentence. Goten let out a small sigh. "I guess my name is Song now..." He looked at the large stack of paper and sighed. "Alright then..." He took a sheet and began to read as quickly as he could, suddenly beginning to understand why Marina is known as the Chief Executive Bitch.
Well that wraps that up. Sorry for the long wait... and that it's so short. Sorrrryyyy, it would've been longer but at one point I forgot to save and well... you know how that is. Anyway, I still hope you liked it.