Dictation
I don't own Creed. That pleasure/pain belongs to Marvel Entertainment, Inc. and Fox Entertainment, (and now perhaps to Seed Productions from the latest rumors about the new Wolverine Movie).
A/N Ok at one point I realized that Victor Creed has to have some way of laundering all that money he makes on illegal assassination and terrorism, and since the comics have him shown in a more traditional business environment on several occasions, I wondered how he would deal with a Temp. As far as I know Creed Industries doesn't exist in the Marvel Universe but I think it should.
I didn't plan on continuing this past the one shot…but well…it gets in my head and I can't get it out….
Chapter two
It was five thirty when she opened the apartment door. Jubilee, Marie and Kitty were suited up and ready to go rescue her.
"Stand down…emergency averted." She said as she dropped into the recliner in the living room.
"Emergency averted. You spent the whole day working for SABRETOOTH and you say emergency averted, Chica."
"Yeah…I was worried about Magneto - he recommended me for a full time job."
"WHAT!" All three of them stared at her, their matching X-Men uniforms gleaming in the lights of the living room. She heard a familiar knock on the door…perfect timing. Marie opened the door and let Logan in. He was suited up as well.
"I don't appreciate the false alarm." He said, staring at Bron in the chair.
"I didn't know it would be a false alarm when I GAVE it. I thought I was DEAD after lunch…hell, I thought I would BE lunch when I got back to the office."
The four X-Men just glared at her.
"Logan, Ah have a change of clothes for you in mah room." Marie said, Logan just grumbled and followed her. Jubilee and Kitty glared and went to change.
Now came the hard part, telling them she was going to be working for him, full time.
"Graduated from Xavier's I am assuming."
"Yes, sir, NYU for my bachelors degree in Business Administration." She watched the top of his head drop in a nod.
"You ever serve on the team?"
"No, sir, I am just a class one."
"Good. I don't like bad blood on my staff." His staff?"
She just stood there, waiting. "Be here at eight in the morning. You have paperwork to fill out in personnel. You will man the office when I am out, schedule appointments when I am in and basically handle all mine and Varden's secretarial needs. Anderson in personnel will fill you in on all the particulars." She tried to swallow the squeak in surprise. He was giving her a job.
"Thank you, sir."
"Don't disappoint me." He snarled.
"No, sir."
"Get out."
He hadn't said a word the rest of the day…just see you in the morning as he left the office. She STILL didn't know if she would be able to handle working for him full time. He STILL scared the shit out of her. She remembered all the stories about him from school. She had never even come CLOSE to being on the team, but that didn't mean her friends weren't and that they didn't have horror stories to tell.
She was dreading the next conversation as all four of them came out of the bedrooms.
"So you are quitting tomorrow, right, Kid." Logan said, straightening the T-shirt he had pulled over his head.
"Umm, not exactly."
"WHAT!" Wolverine's claws popped out.
"Well…he offered me a full time job…with benefits and really good pay. I can pay my third of the rent and actually have money left.
"That job better come with life insurance, you are gonna need it." He growled at her.
"Logan…I won't…"
"And you BETTER put ME as beneficiary for dealing with your ass!"
"Logan, I won't be working with HIM but once or twice a year. I will basically just be manning the executive office, answering the phones, scheduling appointments, and typing stuff for him to sign. Oh and fetching his coffee when he IS in the office."
"I still don't like it."
"You know what, Logan, I don't CARE. It's a GOOD job, and for a mutant these days those are HARD to find. I don't have to worry about a boss who is going to grab my ass or try to get me to go to bed with him. He KNOWS I went to Xavier's and that I am only a class one mutant, so I am no threat to HIM at all. He is cool and professional at the office, and I am grateful…I WANT this job, Logan."
"Yeah…well I want ya to LIVE. This is fucking SABRETOOTH we are talkin about here…hell I wouldn't care if you were working for Magnet head…but CREED?"
"It's not like he is going to bring his war with the X-Men to work. He actually is RUNNING a company, he doesn't have time for the X-Men crap at the office."
"X-MEN CRAP!" They all four shouted at her.
"You KNOW what I mean. Now I'm tired, and am going to bed. Marie…if Logan is staying the night…keep it down, I need sleep. I have to be in personnel at eight."
"She's working for Sabretooth and WE have to keep it down…" She heard Logan grumble as she closed her bedroom door.
She felt like she had just crawled into bed when the alarm went off. She must have slept soundly, though…she could hear Logan snoring from the room next door, and he only snored after a hot and heavy night with Marie. Well, she had been tired, and a nuke was quieter than those two going at it.
She dressed quickly, and called a cab to pick her up. She wasn't going to take a chance on catching one this morning. The cab was there in ten minutes, and she climbed in, and gave the driver the address.
The morning was a headache. Tons of paperwork, more confidentiality agreements, applications, insurance paperwork, and that was just to get on the payroll. By nine o'clock she was at her desk, Varden grinning at her from across the 'boss'' door. His coffee was on his desk, and right at nine, the elevator doors opened and he walked out. He didn't say anything, just nodded at her, and then signaled Varden to follow him into the office.
Today was pretty much like yesterday, Varden handed her a stack of dictation to type, mostly memos for department heads about various projects. There were two letters that she found – almost – funny to type. One was to Xavier, refusing, yet again, to join the X-Men. Why Charles was asking him to join the team she had no idea. They had Logan for crying out loud. The other was to Ms. Raven Darkholm, demanding she get her blue butt out of his business. She had to choke a giggle when she typed that one.
His appointments were pretty much the same as yesterday, mostly business people, a few mutants, but no one of Magneto's stature today. She went to lunch when Varden told her. Marie was supposed to meet her for lunch today.
"Well…How's it goin'" She asked as she sat at the table.
"Fine, he's professional, courteous…well sort of, he hasn't really said two words to me all day, but that's fine, and it's really kind of fun…"
"Ah can't believe you are LIKIN' working for him."
"Hey…you'd like for me to be able to pay my part of the rent next month, right."
"Yeah…Ah guess."
"Then LET me enjoy my job. And KEEP LOGAN off my ass about it."
"Like that's going ta happen. Ah can't keep him off MY ass about it."
"Yeah…but you LIKE him on your ass…"
Marie just glared at her. "We ain't plannin a rescue tonight. If he kills ya, you're on your own."
"If he kills me Kitty can have my room, okay." They both laughed. Bron had NO worries about her boss killing her, at least not today.
She went back to the office. Varden was away from his desk, and Mr. Creed was not in his office. She slipped in and replaced his coffee cup, and started to slip out when the door to his private washroom opened. She tried to duck out the door before he saw her.
"Not goin' ta work." He growled as he sat at his desk.
"Sorry…was just refreshing your coffee."
"Fine…don't slink around. I know you are there."
"Oh..right." She walked out the door. SHIT! Was she EVER going to get on his good side? She had another scary thought. Maybe this WAS his good side.
The rest of the afternoon was quiet. He left at four thirty and she was able to clear her desk and be ready to leave by five. Varden stopped her on the way to the elevator.
"I have a few instructions for the rest of the week."
"Okay."
"You might want to spruce up your wardrobe, I know you are probably tight financially right now, but you are no longer a temp, and he wants you to stop looking like it. Also, he realizes you are friends with some of the X-Men, but please; don't come in smelling like Logan again."
"Hey…I can't help that…he's dating one of my roommates, and I am NOT moving, and you can tell him so."
"Very well, I will explain that to him. He is planning a luncheon at the end of the week for some clients, you will need to make sure food is ordered and set up in the executive boardroom. I will put a menu on your desk tomorrow. Your corporate credit card should be in the interoffice mail tomorrow, you will use that to take care of any purchases he asks you to make, even if they are personal…for you. You will submit your receipts to me…any questions?
"Yes…just who the hell does he think he is…"
"Victor Creed." Varden pushed the down button on the elevator. "See you in the morning.