Okay so this is chapter 2. Enjoy. If any of you go back you might noticed I changed Iris' age from 25 to 22. I wanted to make her a little younger so any immature actions seem due to the fact that she just left that teenager stage.

Caroline

"Wow." Caroline said, her voice signified that she was unimpressed as she looked around the large penthouse. It was decorated much like his other house was. Old paintings covered the walls and the furniture looked old but she could tell they were designer. The drapes over the windows were thick letting very little light into the room making it dim.

Klaus tilted his head. "You don't like it?"

She shook her head. "It's not that. It's just that it isn't what I expected. I mean you literally lived in a mansion back in Mystic Falls."

"I didn't really plan to stay for long and New Orleans is much bigger and busier then Mystic Falls. No space to be throwing up mansions all over the place." He said with a laugh.

She smiled. "Still I'm surprised you haven't compelled yourself into a bigger place."

Frowning Klaus said, "I don't have to compel people for things I don't need."

Hearing the irritation in his voice she turned around and seeing the scowl on his face she realized her mistake.

"I didn't mean it like that-" She started.

"I know exact what you meant. You can have the first room on the right."

Caroline watched as he marched away down a different hallway.

She sighed. "That didn't last long." She walked down to the room he pointed out. She passed more paints on the way and saw a door. Curiosity taking hold of her she opened the door to a study. The walls were lined with books, some she was pretty sure she recognized from this other study.

She looked through papers on his desk and found a drawing of a beautiful blond woman staring at a painting. At the bottom was Klaus' signature. Frowning Caroline brought the picture closer to her face trying to find a resemblance to anyone she knew and when she couldn't she considered chucking it into the fire place on the other side of the room.

Tossing the paper back down on the desk she marched to the first room on the right.

"That's more like it." The first thing she noticed when she walked in was the queen sized canopy bed draped by pink velvet. The walls were also painted shades of pink and the furniture... "Wait a minute. Klaus get in here!"

Within seconds Klaus appeared at her door still looking slightly irritated but startled by the anger in her voice. He arched an eyebrow.

"What is this?" She gestured to the room.

He smirked. "A room."

"No. It's my room."

Now he leaned against the door frame. "Yes it is."

She glared at him. "You modeled this after my room back home." From the carpet to the dresser the room was an exact replica of her room in Mystic Falls, with the exception of the bed.

"Yes, I thought it'd make you more comfortable."

"When?"

"A few days after I bought it." He started walking towards her.

"Do you know how creepy this is?"

"I told you I knew you were coming and I wanted to make the transition a little easier on you." He stopped mere inches away from her. "If you want you can redesign it any way you like."

She was slightly less angry partially because she thought it was kind of sweet still creepy but sweet and also because she was having a hard time remembering what she was angry about with him so close.

"No it's fine. Thank you but it was unnecessary like I said before I'm not staying long."

He leaned closer. "At least while you're here you can feel at home, Love"

"Klaus." She breathed then pushed away from him. Shaking her head she took several steps away from him and sat on the bed she said. "You can't do that."

"Do what exactly?" He started walking towards her again but stopped when she held up her hand to ward him off.

"You know what that thing that you do. When you act charming and call me love and you know what you do okay."

He gave her a dazzling smile and she was glad she was sitting down. He started to speak when there was a knock at the door.

Iris

The interviewer was a old chubby balding man named Ivan that looked like the guy who killed the puppy and enjoyed it. His questions were straight forward and simple enough to answer. Iris didn't have any doubt that she was going to get the job even if Ivan didn't show a positive reaction to any of her answers she was over qualified.

After the last question Ivan got a call. He gave a few okays and a will-do before he hung up.

"We'll put you on for a trial week and see how you do." Ivan said and stood.

"Thank you." Iris stood and nodded not bothering for a hand shake again. When she walked in and tried he stared at her hand as if it was oozing germs and deadly diseases.

She started to leave when Ivan said. "Where do you think you're going?"

She turned back confused. "I was leaving I assumed we were done here."

"Your week starts now." He gestured for her to follow him and she did.

They went back out the way they came through the lavish waiting room and down another hallway. There was only one room at the end of the hall.

"What is it that you want me to do first?" Iris asked though she was slightly annoyed that she didn't even get a chance to mentally prepare herself.

He didn't even turn back. "You're not working for me."

This shocked her. "Then who am I working for?"

He opened two thick double doors that led to an office.

Without answering he nodded her in and closed the door behind her.

In the chair behind a large glass desk sat Marcel with a large smile on his face.

Taking a deep breath Iris said. "Why am I not surprised?"

Marcel leaned back in his chair. "Because you're smart. That's what I like about you." He gestured to the seat in front of him. Sighing Iris sat. "Or you're crazy."

"I'm not crazy, I've been tested." She replied without thinking about it. She was asked that a lot. "So what exactly does this job entail?"

"Don't worry it's nothing untoward. Simple personal assistant jobs. Filing, arranging my travel, screening phone calls, inquiries and requests, liaising with clients etcetera. You'll also be running personal errands for me."

Iris narrowed her eyes. "Meaning?"

He held his hands out in a defensiveness manner. "Relax. It'll just be delivering messages and picking up packages."

"What are you a mob boss or something?"

Marcel smiled he looked like a shark. "Something. Now for your first job I'd like you to pick something up for me." He pulled out a small sheet of paper. "That the address of a friend of mine he has something that I need."

"Klaus?" The man she met this morning. "Why don't you just have him bring it here since your such good friends?"

"Because I don't need him coming here. Since your new here I'll let you use my driver to run your errands."

"I didn't say I was going to take the job."

Marcel leaned over the desk and looked directly into Iris' eyes. "You're going to take the job."

"Of course I need it."Iris murmured.

Marcel sat back. "Good you should get going."

She stood and her eyes slid over his name plate. M. Darke. Hmm seems appropriate.

Hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter. Read and review. I'd also like to say that as they release new info about 'The Originals' I'll be either adding or changing slight details. For example I'm giving Marcel a temporary last name but once the show comes out I'll change it, if they give him a last name. If any of you find out or know what it really is I'd appreciate it if you messaged me and told me. Thanks all for reading.