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An hour had passed since Mr. Maslow blindsided me with this ridiculous of tasks. How the hell was I supposed to remember how she did her reports, she only did a couple of months worth of reports before quitting her job, I mean internship. The day she quit was quite hilarious though. The blonde bombshell cussed out the boss and even had the guts to tell everyone about Mr. Maslow's, supposed, small penis. I chuckled to myself before realizing, was I even thinking about the right Jennifer?

Another fifteen minutes flew by before I found myself tugging the hair from my head. Fuck. This. Bullshit. Who the hell did James fucking Maslow think he was? Oh wait, my boss, right. The frustration and stress was building up, causing me to clench my fists as I tried to cool down. "I need a cup of Coffee," Yeah that was what I needed, Coffee.

Walking to the break room, I poured some hot water into a Styrofoam cup before hearing my phone go off. Ignoring the annoying ringing, I poured some instant coffee mix into the cup and started stirring before realizing I had my personal cell phone in my pockets. Shit. My business cell phone was the source of the annoying ringing. I was in for a ear full if it was Mr. Maslow trying to contact me, he had a rather strict policy about answering business phones.

Rushing over to my desk I reached for my phone and saw I had a missed call from the devil himself, Mr. Maslow. I placed the coffee on my desk and before I could return his call, my phone started ringing again. Bracing myself, I took a deep breath before pressing the answer button. "Mr. Maslow, Hi, sorry I missed your phone call. I was actually about to return it but you beat me to the punch."

The sound of heavy breathing could be heard on the other line before he finally spoke, "Mr. Schmidt."

"Y-yes Mr. Maslow?"

". . . H-how ar-those reports coming along?" The tone in his voice and the way he spoke made it clearly obvious he wasn't sober.

"Uhm, still haven't started sir. Having trouble locating the file on the computer database."

"E-excuse me? Wh-what was that? Did I just hear you say-wow…you know, Mr. Schmidt if it wasn't for my family loving you so damn much I'd have you fired. This is unacceptab-" I hung up before he could finish.

Incredible, the bastard had the nerves to call me, intoxicated most likely, and give me crap about firing me. Like hell he would. What kind of stupid reason would that be to fire someone. I worked hard to get to where I'm at. Ugh, the thought of him using his superiority against me like that made me spill my coffee down the sink and call it a day.

Fuck that, if that asshole is going to use his family's adoration for me against me like that, so will I. "Two can play this game," I said as I grabbed my hoodie and headed towards the elevator, ignoring another call from the king of douche bags. It's not my fault his family adores me. Mrs. Henderson, James' mother, hired me on as her intern a couple of years back and immediately fell in love with my hard work and dedication mentality. It wasn't long before she started inviting me to business gatherings, where I met her husband and step son Logan. James didn't come into the picture until recently.

Stepping into the elevator and ignoring another one of Mr. Maslow's calls, I suddenly found myself reminiscing about the first time I met James Maslow…

…

It was about a year and a half ago. Mrs. Henderson had invited me to her house for Thanksgiving, seeing as I was a college student living on his own in the big city. My parents had a divorce when I was ten and when they separated, they separated me from my sister as well. Living with my father wasn't the best experience, seeing as he became a raging alcoholic who constantly beat me, but I learned to live with it. Until one night he took it too far and beat me nearly to death, but luckily for me he didn't.

I emancipated and began living on my own at seventeen, which caused my father's binge drinking sessions to worsen and eventually lead to liver failure. He passed away on my nineteenth birthday, just around the time I was beginning my internship with Mrs. Henderson. She understood my predicament, in a way, because her father had passed away when she was young as well. From that moment on she became a mother figure and was always there when I needed someone to talk to.

That Wednesday before Thanksgiving, she must have sensed my misery and invited me over to her house to have dinner and spend the night, seeing as their family estate is an hour drive from the city.

"Mrs. Henderson, thank you but,"

"But what Kendall?" She gave ne her signature 'don't argue with me, you're going to lose' face as she took a seat across from my desk.

"It's nice of you to offer, really it is, but Thanksgiving is a family oriented holiday."

She smacked my hand playfully and smiled, showing her pearly whites, before grasping my hand between hers. "Don't be silly Kendall, you're practically family," She gave my hand a light squeeze before releasing it. "And besides, no one likes to be alone on Holidays."

I returned the smile, giving it a second thought, and gave a nod. "Ok then, I'll be there."

Mrs. Henderson stood up and pulled her cell phone out from her bag. "That's what I wanted to hear Kendall," She dialed a number and placed her phone against her ear. "Yes good morning Miriam, this is Mrs. Henderson. Yes, good morning to you too, I was just calling to inform you that all employees of Maslow industries are dismissed for the day," Mrs. Henderson was Maslow before she remarried, but is against changing the name of the company seeing as her son, whom I still haven't met, would take over the company in the future. "Yes you heard me correctly; everyone will be paid for the whole day of course. Haha, you're welcome Miriam. Have a nice holiday too, bye-bye now."

Wow. Mrs. Henderson was rather generous today. I couldn't help but notice she was rather perky this morning. "Wow, what a nice way to start our four day holiday weekend," I said as I began turning off my computer.

She clapped her hands together. "I can't help it, my son is finally moving back. My Jamie is finally coming back," I could see tears of joy come into her eyes before she wiped them away. I had never seen her look so happy. "I have to go now Kendall, need to go to the airport to pick James up. We'll see you tomorrow for dinner; I'll send you the address through text." And without another word, she was gone.

Finding their house was rather easy with my GPS, but I was in awe at the sight of their house. Scratch that. It was more like a mansion. I drove in slowly and parked at the parking lot they had near the front door. Wow, they even had a freakin' parking lot for their house.

I walked towards the door and before I could knock, the door flung open. There, standing in front of me, holding the door open was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was about an inch or two taller than me, his shiny brown hair was messy but that made him look sexier, the fuzz on his face gave him a manly mature look, his beautiful eyes had me petrified, and his smile. Oh his smile brought butterflies to my stomach and I could feel myself blush as he moved aside for me to enter.

"Hello there, Kendall?" He spoke as he held his hand out.

"Y-yes hello there, I'm Kendall…and you are?" I asked as we shook hands.

"Haha, I've heard a lot about you…the name's James. James Maslow."

…

My flashback was abruptly cut off when my annoying cell phone rang again. I flinched as I quickly took the battery off and was calmed by the ding of the elevator. I finally made it to the parking garage and headed towards the only car in the empty lot.

The rest of the night was spent letting my frustration out on my punching bag. If only it were Mr. Maslow. No, that's a bad idea. Because then I would need another bag, and I can't afford that right now.

I enjoyed the peace while I could before I had to go back to work. I awoke and was ready for work by 7:30. I was dreading the bitching Mr. Maslow was going to be doing once he enters the office. I pulled my hoodie on and left for work.

It was now an hour since work started and Mr. Maslow still hadn't made it into work. Ha, poor bastard is probably drunk and passed out still. Hope he has the worst hangover ever. It would serve him right.

A little rime had passed before the desk phone rang. Glancing at the caller i.d., I saw that it was only Logan and answered happily, "Good morning Logan, what can I do for you this morning?"

"Good morning Kendall, just as cheerful as ever I see." I could sense he was smiling on the other line. "I just got a text from James…can you have Carlos make him some coffee and have it ready by his desk side. Apparently he had a rough night," Pssh, I sure hope so.

"Ugh," I started, with an annoyed tone. "You got it Logan, Carlo-wait." It just hit me that Logan referred to Carlos by his name. Usually he just called all the interns temps because they were only here temporarily. "Did I just hear you call an intern by his name?"

"Haha, of course I did. Carlos is his name isn't it?" I rolled my eyes at Logan's obvious attempt at playing it cool.

"Yes it is. But you usually call our interns temps…is there a special reason you took time out of your day to remember Carlos' name?" I said, teasingly.

"S-shut up Kendall, you've got it all wrong." I could hear the obvious fluster in his voice.

"Is there something you haven't told anyone Logan? It's ok to come out of the closet,"

"Good bye Kendall, coffee." He reminded me before hanging up. I chuckled as I glanced over to Carlos, who seemed to have been listening to my conversation.

"That was Logan; he wanted you to make Mr. Maslow some coffee and have it ready for him when he gets here,"

"Ok…" Without another word, Carlos got up and hurried to the break room. Sadly, he had to brew a fresh pot of coffee. Mr. Maslow wouldn't ever drink the 'crap' that is instant coffee. It looked like he wanted to ask more, but must have realized that Mr. Maslow could be here any minute now.

"So," Carlos began as he returned with coffee in hand. "What was all that about Logan remembering my name?"

I chuckled and crossed my arms across my chest, "Logan doesn't find it necessary to remember any intern's name because they never last long here. You must have made one hell of a first impression for Logan to remember your name."

"Really?" I could see a smile come across his face, and I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, but I thought I had seen a hint of a blush in his cheeks.

"Carlos, are you interes-" I was cut off by Mr. Maslow barging into the lobby and rushing past us with only a thank you towards Carlos as he grabbed his coffee. Oh hell no. He looked like shit, and I was going to use that to my advantage and make his hangover hell. I flashed Carlos a wait sign and stormed after Mr. Maslow.

I slammed the same manila folder I did yesterday and flashed a smirk at him before turning to leave his office. "The reports you wanted this morning…"

It didn't take long until Mr. Maslow came bursting through his office door, "Mr. Schmidt, can you come into my office please?"

I crossed my arms and flashed him a fake smile, letting him become aware that I knew I was in trouble but did not give a damn. "I don't know, can I?" It felt nice to use a sarcastic response against the king of sarcasm himself.

He bit his lip, "Now," he said before turning his back.

I sighed and pouted towards Carlos, "Wish me luck Carlitos,"

"Good luck!"

I closed his doors behind me and was welcomed with Mr. Maslow biting his knuckles, a tell tale sign that he was pissed. His eyes shot towards me and pointed at the manila folder sitting on his desk, "What the hell is this?"

I raised an eyebrow. "The purchase order reports, I told you when I dropped them off a while ago."

"I know that, but I had specifically asked you to redo them."

"I know that," I began, mocking him. "but I decided it was ridiculous and decided not to do it that way."

Mr. Maslow looked like he was ready to slap me across the face. I hated to admit it, but seeing him angry like this made him look rather sexier than usual. "Who the hell do you think you are Mr. Schmidt, you know you're lucky that my family adores you so much."

I rolled my eyes. "I know, you'd have me fired."

He froze and looked rather surprised that I took the words right out of his mouth. He looked rather speechless as I flashed him a smile, "You, uh, called me last night."

His eyes widened as that new information seemed to calm him down. He made his way across the desk and sat down in his chair. "I-I called you last night?"

I walked over towards his desk, "Yes you did, and you were rather rude." I placed my hands on his desk and leaned forward, "and just for your information, your family adores me too much to let you fire me."

He gazed into my eyes, and suddenly the rage was back. "What the hell did you just say?"

I smirked and continued, "Look, you said so yourself. Your family adores me, so much that you believe it affects your authority as my boss to fire me." I watched as he glared at me. "Don't use your family against me like that Mr. Maslow, otherwise it'll come and bite you in the ass." I started towards the door, in a parade of victory. "Karma's a bitch,"

Before I could reach the door, Mr. Maslow rushed passed me and held the door closed with his muscular arm, keeping me from escaping his office. "We're not finished here Mt. Schmidt." Crap. What did I get myself into?