Stiles smiled as he hung up, but his joy at finally having a shot at a job in publishing was short lived. When it dawned on that COUTURE was a fashion magazine and he remembered he was clueless when it came to fashion. The suit he wore to his last interview probably wasn't going to cut it at COUTURE, why couldn't the post be at BOYZ magazine that he could handle and they must have a new Editor-in-Chief, if Derek Hale was taking over COUTURE. But working at Hale Publications was a big deal, Hale Publications had clout and a year as PA at Hale Publication could put you on the map. Stiles really wanted to be on the map! He picked up his phone again, it was time to call in reinforcements.

"Scott, old buddy, old pal." he squaked cheerful as the other person answered their phone.

"What do you want Stiles? I'm busy working on a new collection."

"Sorry, I've got an interview and I need you to hook me up with some threads. I don't think my own suit is going to cut it."

"Really! Why not?"

"The job is at COUTURE magazine."

"HA HA ..." Scott finally managed to suppress the erruption of laughter, "Ha, funny. Good one Stiles! COUTURE magazine, do I look like an idiot?"

"Only when you don't look like a wounded puppy! I'm being serious dude, Derek Hale is taking over as Editor-in-Chief and he's hiring PA's."

"I mean, just lone me a suit or let me borrow one of Isaac's suits. He works at COUTURE doesn't he."

"Yes he does and that's exactly why I not letting you borrow one of my boyfriend's suits. He's even more pissy and uptight, since he started working for Lydia Martin, he was already high maintenance and I'm not dealing with the fallout of him seeing you in one of his suits. Believe me he will know it's his suit. Besides it wouldn't fit you right, you're so skinny and you don't have any shoulders. It would be a bad first impression.

"Fine, you'll be sorry when I'm dead." Stiles did a really good impression of a petulant 8 year old, "After I've been forced eat dead rats and cockroaches, while having unprotected anal sex with strangers so I can afford my rent."

"OK, OK! I'm feeling generous. I'll sort you out and make sure you have couple good quality suits, get your bony ass over here so I can measure you."

"Thanks, you're the best Scott."

Stiles approached the Hale Building with apprehension. Yes, he was wearing the nicest suit he would ever own, the tailored black fabric hugged his body appreciatively and wasn't that just sad. His suit appreciated him, when would a person start doing that. His red silk shirt and tie were striking against his pale complextion and the black and pale grey waistcoat gave the impression he owned more than jeans, plaid and slogan t-shirts. He had to hand it to Scott, while he mightn't be the brightest of sparks, he knew his stuff when it came to clothes.

Stiles caught sight of his own reflection in the glass of the revolving doors and felt like less of an imposter, as he walked to the elevator bay. The elevator doors opened, COUTURE's offices spread out before him and for the first time ever, Stiles wished he gotten stuck in the elevator. He shook off the nervous feeling and approached the Receptionist. As he went to state his business she paused him, by extending her hand with an index finger raised. She continued the conversation she was engaging in, over her headset and twirled her long blonde hair around her finger as she laughed.

"It's ridiculous, advertising the PA job. I should have gotten a callback, I don't want to be a receptionist the rest of my life and what better way to get into Derek Hale's pants." she laughed and dropped her voice to lower register, as she did a bad imatation of a deep voice. "Erica, come in here and take off your dress."

"Ahem!" Stiles fake cleared his throat, loudly, he was getting impatient and she was only a receptionist.

"Uh, Isaac I've gotta go. Somebody's expecting me to do my job." she looked pointedly at Stiles, it was clear she was irratated.

"Genim Stilinski! Unlike you, I have an interview with Derek Hale." he stated with a confident smirk.

Erica sighed, disappointed, and directed Stiles to Derek's office. Stiles felt slightly guilty. He hadn't meant to upset the receptionist, but her failure to do her job was annoying, this interview could be his big break. He entered Derek Hale's outer office. Like the rest of the COUTURE universe it was white with purple glass and accent lighting. The dark-haired girl, who was very pretty and dressed in pale pink and grey, looked up from the document she was working on and gestured towards the comfortable cream leather seats, in the middle of the room, then she returned to her work. Stiles sat down and retrieved his resume and some samples of his work from the black leather shoulder bag Scott had supplied.

"Genim Stilinski?" the dark-haired girl spoke and waited for some form of acknowledgement before continuing, "Mr Hale will see you shortly."

No, not this anything but this. The red shirt was a stiking contrast to his pale completion. The suit was beautifully cut and hinted that the slender body under it should be seen naked, to be fully appreciated. Derek wasn't prepared for this. Eldest son of the Hale empire, he'd spent years cultivating and reinforcing a completely heterosexual, playboy image. He couldn't hire the this guy, because he'd have him bent over his desk before the week was out. That was not how he wanted to come out, be cut off from his inheritence and be completely socially ruined. He stood and reached out to shake hands, before sitting down and forcing himself not to undress the guy with his mind. First he had BOYZ magazine, his brain child, taken away from him and now this. The universe hated him today.

"So G, Ge." That couldn't be a real name.

"Genim, but please call me Stiles."

"OK, Stiles."

Derek continued interviewing Stiles, but he was paying little or no attention to Stiles' responses. In his mind he'd stripped the guy down to nothing but his tie and a pair of tight black boxer-briefs. He nodded and doodled, pretending to take notes. Oh great! Now he was doodling penises, this was a major low point, he knew he wasn't going to hire this guy. But he should at least focus on what he was saying, maybe he could reccommend him for another position. Like Doggy! No, Derek forced his mind out of the gutter and back into the conversation.

"It would be a great honour to work for you Mr Hale. I know you'll think I'm just pandering, but I read BOYZ magazine all the time. I've heard people say it's just a GQ clone, but I disagree, you work with great writers and publish far more interesting articles than GQ. It doesn't hurt that the fitness models are always about a million time hotter than the GQ dudes." Stiles facepalmed himself, "Great! Did I just say dudes and out myself in the same interview?"

"Well Stiles, I think I've heard everything I need to know. You articles are excellent, well written and interesting. I think you have a great future in Publishing."

"Thank you, it's great to hear such high praise from someone in the industry."

"Of course. Well I have more interviews to get through. Somebody from Human Resources will be in touch."

"Thank you for your time Mr Hale."

"Hello, Mr Stilinski."

"Yes."

"This is Madison Hale, from Hale Publications HR."

"Oh, I wasn't expecting a decision so soon."

"Well Derek has just contacted me, he reviewed your resume and wanted you to know you're out of the running for the PA position. He was hoping for somebody with more experience, but he will reccommend you to some of the other editors."

"Oh, thank you." Stiles tried not to sound completely crushed as he hung up.

Well it was probably for the best, he didn't fit in at COUTURE and he couldn't change that with some nice suits and expensive silk shirts. He wouldn't get any work done either. Because he'd noticed how stupidly, pointlessly, attractive Derek Hale was. Quite frankly, he'd have to be dead to fail to notice that. He made a good enough impression that Derek was willing to reccommend him to the other editors, maybe he'd be working for BOYZ magazine after all. That was a start and only 3 months since he graduated from university, he had to chalk that up as a win. Because if he didn't he might be forced to cry.

Lawson Hale's office had a balcony that overlooked the building's main lobby, he enjoyed standing out here and surveying his empire. He knew that the sea of pretty girls, he didn't know, were here to interview for Derek's PA. It worried him that so many woman were applying for the post, Derek last PA had filed for sexual harrasment. Hale Publications had made a generous settlement to keep the whole thing from going public, but Lawson wanted to avoid a similar event. As luck would have he noticed a young man in well tailored suit and stylish shirt and tie, he was the sort of man that would fit in well at COUTURE. But he was leaving the building. Lawson knew Derek would probably hire some dumb, leggy, blonde who he could later get into bed. Instead of relying on Derek to do the responsible thing, for once, he ran out of his office, hoping to catch up to the young man and overule Derek's final decision.

"Madison it's your father. Whatever decision Derek makes regarding his PA, I'm overule ruling it. I don't won't another sexual harrasment scandal, we won't always be able to stop them from going public."

"Well there was a male applicant, Genim Stilinski. I just told him Derek wanted somebody with more experience, because that's what Derek told me."

"I can call back, if you want."

"No, that's fine I Madison. I just caught up with him." Lawson hung up and slid his phone back into his breast pocket.

"Mr Stilinski!" he called loudly, relieved when the young man glanced over his shoulder and stopped.

"Mr Stilinski..." Lawson paused while he tried to recover his breath, "I'm Lawson Hale."

"Oh My God, you're Lawson Hale. I mean obviously you know you're Lawson Hale, you just told me you're Lawson Hale and obviously you know your own name. Sorry, I rambling, hero worship, I've wanted to work for Hale Publications since I was 15. I'm kinda bummed, I didn't get the job at COUTURE."

"That's what I wanted to speak to you about. I enjoy cultivating new talent and Derek let me see the writing samples you left. It was quite inspired, the way I convinced Derek experience wasn't essential and that he should reconsider, because Hale Publications could always use new and talented staff writers."

"OH! WOW! Sorry, I'm not making a good impression. I'm usually more articulate than this, I swear."

"Well Congratulations, Mr Stilinski, you have the job. You start on Monday."