Thank you so very, very, VERY much for the interest in my story! Thank you to my reviewers - CrimsonRae, Hailey Burns, reeniecat, and DJHot-icE!
Also a big thank you to every one who alerted, favorited, and all of that! I really appreciate it! So without further ado, here's chapter two. (Hehehe it rhymed.)
I apologize. It's been rolling around in my head, anxious to get out. I'm not terribly thrilled with it, but I can't come up with something else. It may be tweaked.
OH! and I totally forgot! DC Comics/Nolan/etc wonderful people, please, please, please, please do not sue me. I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter! So sorry! I do not own Batman/Bruce Wayne/anything other than Meghan. As much as I would like to.
So yeah, here you are!
Meghan sighed to herself as she rolled over in her bed, casting off the red sheets and the white down comforter. Her hazel-green eyes trailed to the alarm clock just before it went off. She reached out and shut it off before the buzzing annoyed her further. Humming under her breath she went into her bathroom and quickly discarded her pajamas before getting in the shower.
It didn't take long for her to get ready. A quick shower, a few moments of warm air from the hair drier on her long curls and finally the make up portion of her daily routine. She brushed a tiny bit of power all over her face, added some black eyeliner and mascara and voila was finished. Meghan strolled into her kitchen where she grabbed the waiting cup of coffee. Her gaze slid to the wide window looking down into Gotham. Cloudy, dark, gloomy Gotham. Oh Gotham. "Why in God's name did I leave L.A. for Gotham?" she muttered to herself before returning to her bedroom. Once there she quickly donned black thigh high stockings with a matching garter belt. You could say that she was pretty old school.
A high waisted, just above the knee length skirt was added along with a red silk blouse. The blouse had little princess sleeves and a v neck. Black pumps were slid onto her feet before she gave herself a once over in the full length mirror. "Meghan, you look hot." She mumbled to her mirror in appreciation before taking the last sip of her coffee and applying her signature red lipstick. She walked back over to her vanity and plucked up the diamond earrings she had been wearing last night and replaced them in her lobes before she slid the watch from last night onto her right wrist once again. She liked consistency. Meghan glanced at the time and quickly grabbed the black leather hobo bag sitting on her bed and the black leather brief case that contained everything she could possibly need.
Meghan quickly exited her apartment, locking the door behind her while lighting one of her kretek cigarettes. It didn't take her long to exit the building and hail a cab. The man gave her a look of dislike upon noticing the cigarette but Meghan simply shrugged. She wasn't going to be bullied into putting out her favorite source of nicotine twice in twenty-four hours. The radio was turned to the news, talking about some Joker character who was running around and causing mayhem or something. Meghan ignored it though and promptly paid the driver before stepping out of the taxi. She paused, looking up at Wayne tower. Her mind briefly reflected on the idea of the work she would be getting to do, along with all the opportunities that may come along. Her eyes glanced at her watch before she straightened out her thoughts. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." She mumbled, stubbing her cigarette before walking in the door held open by the door man.
The receptionist eyed her before flagging her down, not recognizing her at all. "Excuse me, who are you?" The young blond questioned, peering up at her from behind a pair of black plastic glasses. "Doherty. Meghan. I am the new PR person for Wayne Enterprises." Meghan replied, handing the good behind the counter a business card and her license. The woman nodded before handing the two cards back and saying "Alright, top floor go straight up." Meghan nodded before heading towards the elevator. Once inside she dug through her purse and grabbed the tube of lipstick. Glancing up at the mirrored surface she reapplied the red color that was missing due to her cigarette. Her glance moved in the mirrored surface to the man standing next to her who was watching her with interest.
"Hello." Meghan said with a smile. Lucious Fox simply smiled back. "Miss Doherty correct?" Meghan nodded, looking at him before placing him at the restaurant last night. "I am Lucious Fox. We spoke on the phone yesterday." Lucious offered, adding another smile. "Oh yes! It's very nice to finally meet you Mister Fox." Meghan replied, offering her hand to shake with the older man. Lucious shook her hand of course before looking up as the elevator dinged. "Ready for your first day?" Lucious questioned, receiving a nod from Meghan. "Good." He replied, walking out of the elevator and motioning for her to follow.
Meghan looked around the polished office with a smile. It was gorgeous. Her eyes first fixated on another receptionist. This one was a red head and had a rather smarmy look on her face. "Good morning Mister Fox." She called, her eyes following the pair from the elevator to the office doors to her left. "Good morning Lisa. Mister Wayne is waiting for us." Lucious called before knocking on the door and opening it, nodding to indicate that Meghan step forwards first.
She looked around the office in amazement. It was huge. It was gorgeous. "Fabulous." She murmured under her breath, her heels muffled by the thick carpet that stretched across the whole room. Lucious came to a stop just behind her, both of them in front of the large, hand carved wood desk. "Mister Wayne." Lucious spoke, breaking the silence. Meghan stood up straight, purse over her shoulder, brief case in hand. The black leather chair turned around, the occupant had been facing the windows. All of the sudden Meghan was face to face with the guy from the restaurant, her new boss, Bruce Wayne. Ohhhh good. She smiled and stretched out her hand, hoping he had gotten entirely plastered and didn't know who she was. "Miss Doherty if I remember correctly." Bruce replied, rising from his desk. No such luck of him forgetting her. Damnit.
"Yes, I am Miss Doherty." Meghan replied, her eyes following his hand as he reached out for his. She was thoroughly surprise when his lips made contact with the back of her hand, rather than his hand shaking hers. Meghan bit her lip and let her hand return to her side when he let go. "Well Miss Doherty, Miss Meghan Doherty, might I add, how are you this morning? I'm guessing you didn't heed my little health lesson last night, hmm?" Bruce questioned with a smile. She smelled like the clove smoke and kiwis. Very interesting combination. Meghan blushed the tiniest bit and confidently replied "Well sir, as I recall saying last night, just like good wine and cute men, I can't seem to give them up." A smirk accompanied her statement and she was relieved to hear a chuckle come from Bruce. A good sign for sure.
"Well Miss Doherty, I am pleased to say welcome aboard. I have found that as the company grows we need someone to get a better hold of our public image and well, needless to say I could use a little help with my personal image too." Bruce stated with a grin, a statement that earned a laugh from Lucious Fox. The look of confusion on Meghan's face once again relayed that she didn't know who Bruce was, much less who he appeared to be to the public. Oh this would be very fun.
"Well come on then. I will show you to your office." Bruce offered, shaking her from her thoughts. Meghan nodded and waited for Bruce to walk around his desk before following him out the door. The girl from behind the desk immediately assumed the goo-goo eyes, batting her lashes at Bruce while saying "You have a few messages Mister Wayne." in the sexiest voice she could muster. Bruce simply nodded and continued down the short hall before reaching another door. He opened it and nodded for Meghan to walk in first. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She too had a large, posh office with a small sitting area near some of the same large windows in Bruce's office. Her desk was made of much more delicate wood, painted in a black lacquer to match the rest of the black furnishing. "This is absolutely amazing Mister Wayne." Meghan said with a smile, dropping into the leather seat behind her desk before fixing her eyes on the large iMac seated towards the right of her desk. It was absolutely unbelievable.
"Well I'm glad you like it. Only the best for my employees." Bruce replied, coming behind the desk in order to lean dangerously close to Meghan while moving the mouse to click on her calendar. "Here is your schedule that revolves around my events and meetings and things that you must attend and plan for and all of that. It is updated three times a day. Should any urgent changes come across the bored, you will get a phone call, don't worry." Bruce explained before walking back around to the front of the desk. He looked at her and watched as Meghan withdrew her cigarette case and lighter and set them on her desk. "Oh no Miss Doherty. There is a no smoking policy in everything owned by Wayne Enterprises. So sorry." Bruce lightly scolded with a hint of a smile. Much to his amusement she sighed and replaced the offending silver cases in her purse before setting it back on the floor.
"Alright, well then I will see you at the meeting in thirty minutes." Bruce said before turning and exiting her office, shutting the door behind her. Shrugging to herself Meghan looked around. The office was amazing. There was art on the walls, the big, plush chairs with a small wooden table between them over near the windows. The desk, with delicately carved legs, and a lovely scallop design all around the bottom edge. It was too much. She shook her head and crossed to the windows, looking down across Gotham. This was much, much higher up than her apartment. Meghan glanced over her shoulder at the door quickly, making sure it was shut. Satisfied she took a step towards her desk, bending over and allowing her fingers to creep into her purse, quickly grabbing the two silver containers.
Her hazel-green eyes flittered back to the window and then zipped around the perfect office once again as she opened the silver case, retrieved one of the black cigarettes and lit it. She took a drag and let the smoke curl from her lips before looking around the office once again before letting out a squeal of delight.
Everything was perfect thus far.