HI EVERYONE! I'm so sorry for the really late update. I had completely forgotten that I had ever written a story. hahaha. Thank you all so much who has reviewed this story. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have remembered. Anyway, I've decided to use the three minor character's realnames.
Ven is now Prompto.
Jei is now Ignis.
Rai is now Gladiolus
Only reason is because their names have finally been revealed. :D thank you! Enjoy.
Chapter four:
"Oh my gosh, Vanille! She embarrassed me in front of the entire class! How could she do this to me?" Serah cried, covering her red face. Vanille smiled, placing an assured hand on Serah's back. "Oh, Serah. She's just being the protective sister she's cut out to be" Serah rolled her eyes and grunted, "Whatever, she did that on purpose so I wouldn't go back to that dance class" she snapped back, only making Vanille giggled. "Serah, we're talking about Lightning! Of course she's going to be overly-protective of her own little sister being touched in awkward areas in her eyes. Lightning will always be worried about your well-being. At least give her credit for that" she asked. Serah tightened her lips, a bit iffy about forgiving Lightning for what she's done.
Blaming her for losing her job, is one thing. Embarrassing her in front of the entire dance class, and in front of her dance instructor was another thing, but literally verbally attacking her dance instructor was something so unforgivable to her. How will she ever show herself to him again?
"I just hope Lightning doesn't come to the next dance class" Serah muttered. Vanille laughed. "Well, thank your lucky stars. My Aunt. Fang knows everything, and she's promised that your sister will never step foot in that class again" she assured. Serah sighed, relieved. "Oh, thank Etro. I'm so jealous of you, Vanille. You have such an awesome Aunt. I wish she were my sister." Vanille pouted, "Aw, don't say that, Serah." Serah rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious. At least she doesn't boss you around, or makes you do things you don't want to do" Vanille frowned. "I just want my sister to be more... more like my mom"
"$#!T" Lightning exclaimed, digging through her pile of clothes. She was lost, and she didn't know what to wear! She pulled out a black t-shirt with faded blue jeans and frowned.
"No." she threw that behind her and searched again. She dug deeper into the unfolded clean washing, and then pulled out something very stunning. She had found a set of Fang's clothes that she had borrowed a couple of days ago, and she forgot to return it. She pursed her lips together and thought for a moment. "Should I?" she asked herself, sighing. She looked down to her feet and bit her lip pondering some more before actually giving in to wearing this gorgeous black satin short sleeved dress. She darted for her wardrobe and grabbed the matching black CL champagne chiffon ambrosina pumps and ran toward the hallway mirror to do her hair into a low side bun, sticking a black french-clip to hold it still.
"Ready" she frowned at the fact she had to wear this outfit again. She didn't like wearing dresses and heels at all. Maybe it was because she could never feel comfortable in it. Fang had no problem wearing this stuff, but that was because she was brought up in a very wealthy family and it was appropriate to wear high standard clothing. Lightning cringed at looking at herself in the mirror. She needed to make this new job work... come to think of it, Fang never told her what job this is. Or was she too drunk to remember?
"Just... Go to the building and get this day over and done with" she hissed at herself and swiped her tattered brown bag from the counter desk and pulled out the tissue Fang scribbled the address onto and checked the time.
"DAMN IT!" she exclaimed, reading 11.54am. She snatched her keys from beside her bag and jolted out of the house and locked the doors. Before she even thought about rushing down the stairs, she gripped the rail and glided down the stairs with ease. 'Phew... I made it' she internally giggled, but on the outside, she was pissed off. She needed to get to that building in under 6 minutes and she needed to get there fast. She hopped into her car and smirked.
"Let's make a good first impression for the new boss" she shifted the gear into reverse and sped out of the car park, leaving a huge cloud of dust behind her.
Noctis, Ignis and Prompto were making their way towards the building and Prompto was blabbering about how hot each chick in that dance class was, and it really pissed Noctis off. It wasn't the fact that he said how cute each and every one of the females in his class was, it was the fact that he used inappropriate words to describe their features.
"We're here" Ignis said calmly. Noctis was first to exit the car and straightened his tie and suit. He looked over the roof of the car and realised the pack of press, paparazzi and news reporters at the entrance of the building. Noctis gritted his teeth, looking at Ignis who seemed shocked himself. Meanwhile, Prompto was already strutting down the aisle, posing for the cameras.
"Damn it, Prompto!" Ignis exclaimed, getting out of the car, and guided Noctis along to ignore the press and such.
"Mr. Caelum! Word has been said that you will be running the Caelum Corps for the next three months. Why is this?"
"Sorry, Mr. Caelum is in a rush. We cannot afford to waste any time right now." Ignis excused himself and Noctis and tried to rush him through the building to the top floor.
"Prompto you idiot" Noctis and Ignis hissed, whacking him on the head. Wincing in pain, Prompto glared at them and rubbed his aching head. "What?"
Lightning pulled up at the Caelum building and looked down at the tissue. She looked up at the sleek sign reading 'Caelum Corps' across the top floor windows. She furrowed her brows. 'This seems way more strict than my last job' she thought, stepping out of her rag-of-a-car and shut the door, breaking the door handle. She gritted her teeth and threw the handle to the ground.
"AH, for Goodness sake- huh?" she had realised that there was a whole lot of people gathering at the doors to the building and two figures had just entered the building. She raised a very curious brow. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked herself, studying the men and women with cameras and microphones. She stuck her key into her front door and locked the car, and checked her time.
"SHIT" she exclaimed, heaving her bag over her shoulder and jolted for the building doors. Running past the pack of people, she could feel their eyes on her, so she shot a deadly glare at them, making them jump back a bit.
'What the hell is her problem?'
'She's scary' Lightning sighed, ignoring their comments and ran for the entrance.
She made it inside and looked around, trying to find the receptionist table. Finding it, she brisk walked towards the desk, only to be pushed aside... Roughly.
"What the hell?" she exclaimed, nearly losing her balance and almost fell over if it wasn't for the waiting chair beside the elegant desk. She looked up at the tall man before her with a creamed trench coat, black bandanna and blond hair muddled in different directions. He turned toward her and wrinkled his nose arrogantly. She gritted her teeth, "People like you are the ones who piss me off most!" she exclaimed, storming up to the man and pulled him back to face her and sucker punched him in the jaw.
The workers on the bottom floor gasped at what they had seen. "What the hell is your problem!" he hissed, rubbing his chin, glaring at her.
"My problem?" she asked, calmly sneering down at him. He raised a brow and grabbed onto her collar, about to retort, but she acted quickly and reversed his hold into a tight arm lock behind his back and tripped him to the ground. "Don't even think about touching me, you scumbag." she hissed. The man was in shock.
'Is this chick even a chick? What the hell was that?' he thought to himself, afraid to admit that she was pretty strong.
"Somebody call the police!" the receptionist screamed, frightened about what she was seeing in front of her.
"You're pretty much closest to the phone, miss. But, there's no need to, actually" Lightning looked back at a tall, very intimidating man who was covered in dust with a very plain expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, but this building is strictly violent and smoke-free. If you two have a problem to deal with, I suggest you both leave now" he demanded. Lightning pushed the man away out of her grip and huffed. "I only came for my interview with Mr. Caelum, and then this fool here rudely pushed me aside, purposely. He deserved what came to him" she excused herself, patting down her attire. The man gritted his teeth, angry. "You bitch! You're the one who punched me for no damn reason! And for the record, I apologised to you when I gently pushed you aside!" The tall, dark man just stared at the two bickering, realising exactly why they're here.
"You're both here to see Mr. Caelum?" he asked between their argument that was being watched by the entire bottom floor. They looked at him with pissed expressions and replied with a grunt. He took it as a yes. "Please, come with me" he instructed. Lightning looked at the man and screwed her face into a disturbed expression. "You better keep your distance if you know what's right for you" she threatened. He rolled his eyes. "Oh, get over it, Drama-mama" he hissed and followed the big guy.
Lightning kept that same twisted expression on her face and followed along too. She darted devilish glares at the watchers around her and instantly, they returned to their allocated jobs.
"Okay, where's Gladiolus? He's taking so long to get here... And the two new body guards are taking their sweet time, too" Prompto hissed, rolling back and forth on Noctis' office chair. Noctis sighed, leaning against his desk and brought a hand to his forehead. "He should be here soon. Just be patient" he said, slightly annoyed by Prompto's voice. Ignis was feeling rather impatient too, checking his time.
"It surely isn't like Gladiolus to be late. He's usually the first here" Noctis agreed to what Ignis has stated. He checked his wrist watch and frowned. '12.24pm' he wasn't impressed. Both his to-be body guards weren't even here yet. How in the world is he going to trust them, if they're going to be tardy?
"Noctis" the three men looked up and saw Gladiolus walk in, covered in dust. "Whoa. Gladiolus, what happened to you, bro?" Prompto asked, shocked. Gladiolus bowed his head, a little embarrassed, yet with pride. "Some crazy driver revved a bit too much and created a sand storm... I was caught in it" he briskly explained. The three men paused. Ignis and Noctis restrained themselves from laughing, but Prompto had no problem with blurting out a laugh. Gladiolus glared at him and ignored him, annoyed.
"Anyway, your clients have arrived" he quickly mentioned before burning Prompto's head off. Noctis gave a nod, holding up a hand to signal them to come in, "Let them in"
Author Note:
Sorry for the late update! Like I said, I had forgotten about this fanfic. My apologies. I'm sorry for the disappointing update and the many grammar mistakes as well. I have homework to deal with and I need to get on top of that, but I didn't want to leave this story hanging. :) I hope you forgive me. I'll try my hardest next time I update, and hopefully, I won't have so much in my hands. Thank you!
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