I don't own FMA. I only own the OC's and the plot.
Riza raced for the bathroom and took a record-breaking three minute shower. Still in a towel, she tore her closet open and pulled out a pair of black slacks and a yellow sleeveless blouse. With haste, she dried her hair with a towel while trying to put her under garments on. She had never felt so rushed in her whole life. Not even for drill training.
She finished everything in ten minutes and raced to get a cab. While in the cab, she fixed her hair and did her make-up. There was early morning traffic. Oh shit. After the cab and traffic was immobile for ten minutes, Hawkeye got out and ran as fast as she could for the underground train. She managed to hop in, right before the doors totally closed.
By the time she got into a cab again that headed for Mustang Corp., she was already a wreck! Riza had to fix her hair and do some touch ups to her face. She paid the cab and raced for the lobby, looking like she was being followed by a mad man. Every single one of the employees, that were in the lobby, looked at her weirdly.
"Good morning, Miss Hawkeye," that familiar voice brought salvation to her. It was Maria, Roy's PA. "You have five minutes to get to Mister Mustang's office. You better hurry."
"Yes, where is it?" Riza was catching her breath.
"On the top floor, the room at the end of the hall." Maria grinned, "Congratulations, I knew you'd get in."
Hawkeye smiled then ran for the elevator. It was a good thing that she was the only one in it. She leaned on the cool mirror attached to the walls of the lift and tried to get a hold of her breath. This man is evil! Didn't he see my address? I live on the other side of Central! Riza thought. The lift stopped and the doors creaked open. The luxurious carpet muffled her raging footsteps. Hawkeye made it in front of his door, not a minute too soon, she knocked on the door and waited. But no one answered. She knocked again, thinking that he didn't hear it. Still nothing.
Taking a chance, Riza opened the door and stuck her head in, looking for any signs of her employer. There was nothing.
Can you believe this? He called her at seven in the morning, told her to be in his office in thirty minutes and he was late? Riza felt her cheeks flush and madness was starting to build up inside of her.
Standing in the middle of Roy's office, Riza clenched her fist, and spoke through gritted teeth. "If he comes in through those doors, I am going to—"
"What are you going to do to me, Miss Hawkeye?" Roy's amused voice came from behind. He smirked. "I will let you finish that sentence this time. Please, go on."
Riza felt her heart drop to the floor. For the love of all that's fucking normal, why did he have to come in now? Riza internally punched herself up to a bloody pulp before slowly turning around, but giving him a stern face instead if a smiling one.
"I am going to give you all my thanks for hiring me, Mister Mustang." Riza saved herself from being tossed out the window from the twenty-first floor.
Mustang smirked and looked at her, "nice save." He was chuckling as he took a seat on his big, leather chair and motioned for her to sit on the chair in front of his desk.
Riza sat down quietly and waited for him to speak.
"Well," Mustang broke the ice, "I would like to congratulate you for being chosen among three hundred other women. You obviously were ahead of the rest, which is why you are sitting here, in my office in front of me, Roy Mustang." Roy had such a devilish charm. It just made him even more attractive. Riza gulped down the lump in her throat.
"And again, I thank you so much, Mister Mustang. I certainly won't disappoint you." Riza said firmly. She could still feel her blood boiling.
"Yes, well, you aren't fully accepted yet, Miss Hawkeye." Roy looked at her smugly.
"What?" Riza asked flatly.
"You will have to go through a series of… tests before you are really hired."
"Ok… just what are these tests?"
"You have already gone through one." Mustang replied calmly. "I have tested your punctuality, patience and your ability to take control of an urgent situation. My children or I might be giving you emergency calls that require you to be in an exact location as fast as possible."
"I see." Riza nodded her head. "I guess I didn't do so well with the patience…" She said.
"No, no. You were able to contain and save yourself from embarrassment. Trust me, if you will be handling my children, you will need that." Mustang's tone was very as-a-matter-of-fact one.
"Now, for your second test…" Mustang pushed a button and two people came through his doors. There was a six foot tall, buff and handsome young man at the door. He had blond hair and blue eyes there was an unlit cigarette between his teeth. And the other, a young lady with tan skin and ebony hair.
"You will be accompanied by my executive assistant, Jean Havoc and his secretary, Rebecca Catalina. You are expected to have all of your things from your apartment moved and settled into your new room in my mansion. You will be allotted three hours for the job. And I expect you to be looking your best. You cannot reveal any signs of stress, tiredness or weariness. You must look presentable and upbeat, ready for anything. Maria will be waiting for you in my mansion." Mustang had a devilish look in his eyes. He took a stop watch from his top drawer.
Hawkeye stood up and got herself ready.
"Ready…" Mustang positioned his thumb to press the button. Riza had backed up to join the other two.
"And… Your time starts… now." Mustang said calmly and hit the button as the three persons dashed out of the elevator.
Mustang was left in his office, smirking at them. "Now I know where my kids get all their mischief loving hearts from."
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In a pickup truck, in the back seat, Riza was giving Havoc instructions. He swerved, overtook and beat three red lights in a row!
"This is madness! You are going to get arrested. Those stop lights have camera's in them." Riza stated, earning a guffaw from the two in the front seat.
"Mister Mustang likes to test our skills and capabilities. You'll get used to this, trust me." Said Rebecca.
"Yeah, it's actually fun if you think about it. This way, we're not locked up in the office doing paper work all day." Grinned Havoc. "You're from the military, aren't you used to this."
"I haven't been training in six months." Mumbled Riza.
"Well, looks like here's your first at being Mustang's sitter." Havoc pulled up in front of her apartment. Riza and Rebecca unloaded all the drawers, while Havoc carried everything out and fixed it at the back of the pickup truck. They already burned an hour and fifteen minutes of time and Riza looked like a tornado passed her way.
"Oh my! Miss Hawkeye, take a shower and fix yourself up! Jean and I will handle the rest." Rebecca cried.
"Are you sure?" Riza asked.
"Yeah, we can handle this," Jean grinned. Riza thankfully smiled and took a quick shower. She put on the sun dress that Rebecca had picked out for her. By the time she was downstairs, the apartment's owner was already paid by Rebecca and it was completely empty. Hayate was already inside the car.
The three hopped in and Havoc raced for Mustang's mansion. All the maids and butlers were outside, with Maria, expecting her arrival. As soon as Havoc pulled the car to a stop, they all got to work immediately. The butlers moved her furniture out the back. All they needed were clothes and personal belongings. The maids fixed her whole room.
Maria was talking to the two while Hawkeye watched the maids do their work. One unpacked, while the other, filed in her clothes in the walk in closet closet. The other fixed her books into the provided shelf and decorated her desk and walls with her picture frames.
Riza was astonished. These girls were very capable.
Maria called Riza and they both hopped into Maria's black Mercedes. She then told Hawkeye what she was to do next.
"Miss Hawkeye, Mister Mustang has instructed me to take you to a car show. You know how to drive, yes?"
"Yes, I do." Riza replied. Does this mean she gets to pick out her own car?
Maria pulled over to a multipurpose hall and gave her keys to valet parking. They were given VIP ID's. Maria stopped in front of a shiny red Mustang.
"This will be your new car." Maria motioned towards the automobile.
Riza was speechless. "Wha-what? Are you serious?" She asked. Holy crap! This car is so…
"Yes, now, you are to drive it out of this hall without crashing into anyone or anything. After that, find a parking space near this restaurant." Maria handed her a piece of paper. "There you will meet Mister Mustang for lunch, meaning you have to be there at twelve o' clock sharp. Oh, and one more thing, you are not allowed to use the valet parking. You need to be at your best, despite the top down car. And yes, you need to keep the roof down. Good luck, Miss Hawkeye, don't disappoint us."
Talk about pressure. Riza mentally rolled her eyes and hopped in the car. Maria tossed her the keys and started the engine. It purred like a damn kitten! Next thing you know, she could be driving-flying-a chopper. Oh yeah.
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Riza then started to drive through the crowd and out the back doors. Good bye public transportation, hello riding in style. She wouldn't have to get into fights because those bastards were groping her. Boy, did they have a taste of the butt of Riza's .45.
Riza actually made it in time and didn't stress herself at all. Once she stepped in, a waiter approached her and led her to Roy's table. As soon as he saw her, Roy stood up and greeted Riza with a smile.
"Hello, Miss Hawkeye, please have a seat." He said cooly.
Riza took the seat in front of him. Roy started the conversation.
"I am very impressed with you, Miss Hawkeye. You have proven yourself to be a most capable person. I hope the car and the room is to your liking."
"Yes, they are, sir. Thank you." She replied softly.
"Well, I guess you already know by now that you are accepted, so…" Roy sighed and the waiter brought in a menu for the two of them. "Help yourself to anything on the menu."
Riza tried to distract herself with the menu when she thought she saw something flash. She instantly looked up, alert and carefully observing her surroundings. Roy didn't seem like he noticed anything. She took one last look around, and went back to the menu. Flash. There it was again. This time, Riza pretended to to go back to the menu, but kept her guard and senses up. Once it flashed again, Riza spotted it was the man across the room. He had a camera and was taking pictures… of her and her employer.
"You'll get used to that." Roy said putting the menu down.
"I beg your pardon?" Riza didn't understand. What was this? Paparazzi?
"Paparazzi. I bet you it will on the news later and in a magazine next week. Take note that anyone who spends time near me and my family get pictured a lot. That's why I told you to look your best the whole time. I don't want you to embarrass yourself." Roy's voice was laced with sincerity. He really was a nice person.
"Oh…"
The waiter took their orders and Roy began to give her a run down on what she would have to do. "Ok, Miss Hawkeye, I'll give you a briefing about my children." Roy took out three photos. "This is my eldest, Micha. You don't really have to take care of her as much, she's very independent. She can be a bit… moody, so be patient." Roy moved on to the next. "This is Edward. He is very intelligent and sneaky. He likes to read, and play like any other kid. "And his brother Alphonse. You shouldn't have a problem with him. He's a sweet boy, very obedient. I'm sure out of all of them, you'll find him very easy to handle. Just watch out for Edward and Micha… when those two team up… my whole mansion shakes."
Riza enjoyed the food and being in Mister Mustang's company. He was very accommodating and wasn't boring to talk to. She told him more about herself and how she planned to handle the kids.
"Miss Hawkeye, in addition to all of this, here are their planners." Roy handed her three personalized planners. "The red is for Edward, gray for Alphonse and Magenta for Micha. There you will find their schedules. You are expected to bring them to the locations punctually and in one piece." He added jokingly. "
"Yes, sir." Riza nodded.
"And this might come in handy." Roy took out a box with a mobile phone in it. "This will be the phone I will be contacting you in. All the numbers that you will need will be there. Mine, Micha's, Maria's and everyone else. I will be paying for your phone bill so it won't come out of your salary. Speaking of which, at the end of every week, you will report to me about my kids over dinner. That will be outside of my mansion because my kids will find ways to eavesdrop. Any more questions?"
"Yes… when will I meet them?" Riza asked.
Mustang smirked at her and said, "Right now."
And there's the end. And again, thank you for all the kind reviews! ^^ Yup, Riza's a bit OOC here, and some parts of my story. It's just that… if she was a rock through everything… what fun would it be? ;D She isn't totally plain, you know. She has emotions too. ^^
I don't know when I'll be able to post the next one because I haven't started on the next one yet. But I will soon! Please drop a review my way. They make me feel loved. 3
