The Personal Assistant
Chapter 2: treason, something to do.
He was sitting quietly in his office, he was always silent, unless circumstance called for some amount of consent. But all around him was quiet as well. Thick cream carpet and a heavy wooden door stopped all noise from getting very far, too high from the ground for outside noises to break in through the thin glass window. A warm orange glow lit up the prime minister's face as he read over the pile of papers before him. He was quite content, never happy, to be working quickly, in his opinion the tour was unnecessary, and his new employees were... different (putting it lightly). Kanda's secretary obviously had her brother, Komui Lee, working with them; he would be alongside Kanda through all of his meetings, almost like a councillor, and then the Lee's assistant, Reever Wenham; he was at least normal, if a little lazy, Wenham just took notes, very rarely putting in an opinion but most importantly keeping the nutty Councillor in check.
A lot of the documents he could look over briefly, most of them were also quite similar to one another. No personal letters, thank god. Though he had a feeling that his red headed advisor had yet to sort through some documents. There was a gentle tap on the office door, opening immediately afterwards, not that he would have giving any inclination of allowing entrance, and that white haired kid, his assistant, walked in with a tray in hand. Kanda had already forgotten his name, and he glanced up from his papers though shooting them back down to his work straight away.
"Prime Minister," the PA spoke in a hushed tone, the quiet atmosphere obviously getting to him, "tea and cookies for you sir."
Obviously, who else would they be for? He could smell it, black tea, God just the thought of the liquid gave him a headache. Without any acknowledgement of the young man, not even bothering to look up Kanda reached across the desk for another document, speaking as though only to himself; "Green tea. And don't bother with the biscuits."
The PA froze, stunned by the emotionless shut down. If he had wanted green tea then he should have said so when he signed up! What if they didn't have green tea just lying around? They were British for crying out loud! And what was wrong with 'biscuits'? Allen almost growled, the guy hadn't even looked at him, just waved him off! A little too late he realised that in his silent fuming, he had remained rooted to the floor, making his new boss finally look at him. Only to raise an eyebrow. Allen blushed and quickly spun around to complete the request, refraining from slamming the door behind him.
Kanda snorted, shaking his head. Allen, that was the kid's name. he pulled himself back into his work with a groan; why did everything have to be so god damn annoying?
"Gah! He is SO annoying! How he managed to be our bloody Prime Minister I have NO idea!" Allen was pacing back and forth in Lavi's office, throwing his arms up in dramatic distress every now and then. Lucky the red head was good at multitasking, because the PA's voice could be incessantly loud when he was aggravated, still high pitched, fitted to his height, and it got right in one's ears. "I go up there with his bloody tea and," he put on a pompous tone; "'biscuits' and he doesn't even look at me! Nooo! Instead he says;" he goes stiff, hands on hips and wiggles his body so that his head moves like a 'bobble head' figurine; "'I don't want black tea. I want green tea! And no 'biscuits.' What's he got against cookies?!"
He'd stopped now and was just glaring at Lavi's back, slightly out of breath. The red head turned around, with a pensive face; index finger resting on his chin; "isn't this treason?"
"Lavi! You're not listening! He is so rude!"
"And you're indecent."
"But he was all high and migh- wait what?" the white haired boy looked down at himself and patted down his shirt, smoothing his hair, "what do you mean I'm indecent?"
A 'know all' sigh. You know the one, I know you do; "never mind, please continue you with your rant."
The frustrated, yet ever so slightly confused 21 year blinked, pausing in silence momentarily, "oh yeah, right. Ummm, where was I? Ah! So I went back up there right," he began to pace again, "with his stupid green tea this time, and I'll tell you right now, he seriously missed out with those cookies-"
"You ate the cookies?"
"Yeah!" Lavi shook his head, and the ranter continued, "but anyway when I walked back in there the second time, no joke, he just turned around and faced the window as though I didn't exist. I mean fine! Don't have your bloody green tea."
There was a knock at the and the two boys froze, Lavi peeking stiffly around Allen as the wood creaked open slightly, allowing Miss Lee's head to poke through; "Allen, you might want to keep it down a little," he turned guiltily at this before she continued in a whisper; "your voice is rather loud."
He whispered back, voice strained; "sorry!"
Backing out, she closed the door smiling in the diminishing light; "I'll leave you to your treason."
As soon as the door knob clicked shut Lavi gave a cry of victory; "aha! I knew it was treason! Get out! Get out of my office, you blasphemer!" he started pushing a protesting white head out of his carpeted room, yelling words of outrage.
"Lavi: it's not 'blasphemy'!" Allen dead panned over his shoulder as he dug his feet into the plush, deep purple carpet.
"It is in my books. Now leave you fiend! Be gone!"
Allen's head and shoulders slumped, he was getting closer and closer to the door and he wasn't nearly finished bitching about his new boss. "Kanda isn't a God."
"Ahhhh! You said his name again! Why?!?! I wanna say his name! can I say his name?" he stopped suddenly, glaring at nothing in particular with suspicion; "how come you're suddenly his favourite huh?" and with one final push Allen was out the door, the red head screaming as he slammed the wood into the smaller male's back; "the power of Christ compels you!"
And silence.
Now where to go? He supposed Jerry could provide some entertainment, but the chef was usually quite busy, he checked his watch; and it wasn't quite Allen's lunch break yet. He was interested to see what Lenalee did in her spare time, so he set off on a path to follow her around. He had known Lenalee in Primary school, though it was a complete surprise when he found himself working with her, he had seen the Chinese girl for over nine years, it also seemed that she already knew Lavi a little as well, although the PA assumed it was just from their work meetings. She was nice, though Allen honestly couldn't understand why she still wore those incredibly short skirts, how could she possibly feel comfortable walking through a testosterone infested place looking that... that... erm 'indecent'? Allen nervously checked himself again, this time even twisting his body in an attempt to check his back half. He looked pretty ok in his own opinion, no skin showing, except for his neck and face. Maybe Lavi had a problem with his hair, but then again at least Allen's was tame, seriously. He sighed before a body suddenly wisped past him in a flurry of hair and clothes, and he ran to catch up.
"Lenalee! Wait!"
She turned and waited for him with a patient smile; Hey Al," she said as he reached his side, "what's wrong?"
They began walking together, "oh nothing. I was just wondering what you were doing, or if you needed any help."
She gave him a big warm hearted smile at this, chuckling slightly, "I'm fine thanks Allen, but you're welcome to hang around with me, I'm sure we'll find something to keep you busy."
"Okay!" he smiled happily, making Lenalee think of how he looked exactly like he did when she last saw him 9 years ago.
She gave him a playful poke in the shoulder, "you don't change much do you?"
Allen blushed and scratched the back of his head. They were walking down a hall towards the main entrance, where the reception desk waited. "I guess not," he laughed nervously, "you certainly did. I hardly recognised you when I saw you."
She laughed at this; "you didn't recognise me!"
"Well you cut off all your hair; it used to be so long" he mumbled to the floor.
Lena nudged him with her elbow, "that's cause people change Allen."
He smiled at her as held open a white painted door that lead into the front room.
"and besides," the secretary smiled at the PA as she passed him, "I wasn't talking just about looks, though I am surprised you kept your hair white, I still remember when it was brown." She finished off thoughtfully. Allen just laughed and waved his hand evasively.
Walking into the shiny tiled room that stretched out for a soccer pitch, an echoing of computer key board clicking was heard from everywhere. Allen followed Lenalee to the large, dark, wooden reception desk where a purple haired woman sat typing madly away.
"Hi Fou! How are you?" Lenalee smiled as she leaned on the bench that blocked a visitor's sight of the computer.
"Hey," she blue a bubble of chewing gum, and at this close distance Allen could see that the purple hair was definitely dyed, about half a centimetre of brown showing. Like Allen's boss, the receptionist only very briefly glanced up at the two people, opposite her.
"this is Allen, Allen meet Fou," the purple haired woman actually gave Allen a proper look this time, making eye contact long enough for the PA to give her a friendly smile, "umm Allen was looking for some work, do you need any help here?"
She gave them both a sceptical look, and Allen threw his arms up in front of him; "I actually work here, I'm not looking for a job, I'm just feeling rather useless right now."
She gave a small smile, "alright then; sure come over here. You better not be annoying though; I'll kick your arse."
"Heh..."
"Lenalee started walking away, calling over her shoulder; "alright then I'll see you guys later alright!"
"Yeah sure see you Lena!" Allen blushed and ran around the counter after realising he had out loud used the girl's nickname.
"Okay, I just need to check some emails, so if you could go through those piles of shit that would be awesome. Just ditch them into organised piles."
"Oh alright." He nearly fainted when he turned around. A large pile of paper and envelopes, and packages and card was just dumped on the edge of the desk, some loose sheets even resting on the white tiles, he turned back to Fou with a desperate look plastered on his face.
She turned back to him, as though she knew he would react this way, "hey, it's Komui's crap."
That explained it.
Not even ten minutes later the two at the desk were engrossed in their work. Fou seemed to be part of the computer as she read a series of important emails and Allen was seated on the cold floor, piles on piles of reconfigured trees lying around him. a man in a suit walked, with coat and brief case tucked under his arm, Allen remained hidden below the desk as the purple haired woman saw to the man. Uncouthly the phone rang, and disinterestedly Fou asked Allen to answer it. Putting down the papers in his hand back on top of the messy pile he walked calmly, passed Fou, and picked the corded phone from its hook.
"Hello?" he paused as he waited for an answer, noticing Fou stop listening the man and look at him with a disgusted look, mouth slightly open, "oh yes, you have called the right place, it's alright. This is the reception desk. One moment please."
He turned to look at Fou who was waving her arms rather enthusiastically, suddenly those waving arms were enthusiastically strangling him. Shaking him back and forth, with no concern for their customer she screamed into his confused face; "what are you doing?! We're in a government building! Don't you even know how to answer a phone properly?!"
End.
A/N sigh... I wonder if life in politics is really like this teehee. Anyway not much to say... oddly enough. I must be sick. Anywho thankyou for reading XD
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