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"Yeah, Dad, everything's fine."

Well, that was an obvious lie, but you couldn't realistically expect him to tell his father that he was cashing in on broke and about to drop out of school. The man was already sick, more heartbreak wasn't going to do him any good.

"Yeah, 'cuz I believe that," The man said on the other end. Sometimes Stiles forgot that his father was a sheriff and could basically sniff out lies. "Everything going well with the coffee shop?"

So Stiles might have left out the bit that included him working two extra jobs also, but no big deal.

"Yeah, everything's going fine. I think I'm going to pick up a few extra hours so I can get a bit more cash."

"Do you need more money for something?"

"No!" Stiles lied. "No, not at all. I just happen to have the extra time and um, ya know, a little extra money is never a bad thing, right?"

He could tell his father was considering his answer. "Alright," He said rather reluctantly.

"What about you dad? How is everything going?"

"Ah, well, ya know. Beacon Hills is the same old small town it always was. Quiet without you around though." There was a hint of sadness in his voice that made Stiles' heart flutter in pain.

"Any good cases?"

"If you mean a couple of runaway brats and a rogue dog walking about the neighborhoods? Then yeah, it's all been absolutely thrilling."

Stiles chuckled but pursed his lips in a thin line. "No, but really dad. How are you?"

He was desperately trying to avoid saying the actual words-it hurt too much. The man was smart enough to figure it out.

The sheriff sighed. "Um, I'm doing okay right now, Stiles. Feeling a little weak lately, but it's nothing to be worried about."

"Do you need me to come down there? Dad if you need help don't be afr-"

"Stiles," he said, stopping him in his words. "I'm fine. The medication is helping alright? No need to worry- we're lucky we caught it early."

Said 'it' was the first symptoms of lung cancer his father had been showing. After a rather intense bout of coughing that wouldn't seem to end and that came with blood, a trip to the hospital had only confirmed that it was beginning to set into the sheriff's body. It was only spreading every day and the medication helped, but it wouldn't stop it.

Stiles frowned and took a deep breath. The main reason his father had never gotten the surgery to get the cancerous part removed was because it would have interfered with his education- taking money away from his already meager allowance. And for a school like NYU, Stiles needed all the money he could get. Logically, he knew the whole situation wasn't his fault, but he couldn't help but feel like he was the reason his father was only getting worse. And now there was literally zero money left, and he still had to pay for school, still had to make sure his dad got his medication, and somehow find enough money to get the surgery so his father wouldn't have fucking lung cancer anymore.

"You still there son?"

"Yeah, Dad, I-" Stiles sighed and rolled his shoulder. "I'm fine."

"Good. But um, any new interests?"

Stiles raised his brows. "As in like, hobbies? Um, no, not really. Oh! I did join this message board online where they discuss all the different relationship dynamics in Star Wars and how the characters relate to each other and it's real- oh. Wait."

He heard his father laugh from the other line and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, okay, very funny. Your son is a nerd, you must be so proud."

The man was a little breathless when he answered back, a couple of chuckles still coming from him. "Sorry son. Star Wars, huh?"

Stiles rolled his eyes again and ignored the comment. "Look, Dad, if you're asking if I've collapsed into a heap of tears and eaten three dozen double fudge brownies in one seating because of my relationship with Danny two years ago, the answer is yes. And multiple times. But at least 67% of those times I only ate like, one dozen. So I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Of course!" Stiles smirked. "But I do miss all the things he used to do in the bedr-"

"They just contacted me and need me down at the office, I gotta go son."

Stiles chuckled. "Alright. Love you dad."

"Love you too son. Take care."

"You too."

With that the phone hung up, the tone ringing into Stiles' ears.

"Stiles!" He heard Lydia's voice scream from outside of the bathroom, where he was currently perched on the toilet seat. He took a breath and stood up, readying himself to face everything that was out there. Lydia had promised she'd help him look for a new job, and she was probably out there, bunches upon bunches of classified ads all organized according to skill requirements, pay range and how sketchy they were because that's how Lydia did things. Perfectly. He messed with his hair a bit and then opened the bathroom door to face reality.

xOx

"How about this one?" Lydia asks, handing him a piece of newspaper with a myriad of red-circled advertisements. She points at one near the bottom and he quickly scans it, mouth dropping into a frown.

"Really Lydia?" Stiles asks, looking her in the face with an incredulous expression.

She narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"Well, let's see. Oh, look, one of the skill requirements are advanced knowledge of mathematical theory."

She looks at the paper for a moment and then back at him. "You can't do that?"

"Are you sure you're not looking for yourself? All of the ones you've circled pertain to your amazingly wide skill set."

They had been going at this for two hours without any luck. There was one ad that required him to show up at a Denny's with a fluorescent jacket at 5 a.m. , but Lydia quickly shot that down with the argument that he would probably get raped and chopped into tiny pieces. He had to agree.

But the jacket sounded cool.

He scanned the table and pushed a few papers around, looking for something that his eyes hadn't seen before. He threw a few pages to the ground, disregarding them until he saw a blank edge near the corner of the table. He raised a brow and bent over to fish it out of the veritable paper sea on the table in front of him, knocking over several other pages in the process.

"Stiles you are making a complete mess."

He shrugged. "You knew what you were getting into when you befriended me." He held the paper up to read over it. "Why didn't you circle anything on this page?"

She looked at it, examining all the ads before she shrugged. "Guess I didn't get to it."

He nodded, looking over all the big, obnoxious ads that were in full color and had various comic sans and wordart printed across them. He's pretty sure that he took a vow when he was in the womb to never work for anyone who used comic sans, so he threw those ads away.

The page was looking to be another dud until he happened to see a small, discrete ad settled in the bottom left corner. There was no color or pictures, no annoying exclamation marks, and it was a rather suitable font. It seemed like whoever had posted it almost hadn't wanted it to be seen, or at least to not have it be very noticeable. He scanned his eyes over it.

Haltech Inc.

Need someone who is young and smart to fill

position for Hale pack. Benefits included. Blo

od test required. Generous pay negotiable w

hen you arrive. Contact Derek Hale for pers

onal interview at 212-683-7564.

"What about this one?" He asked, showing the ad to Lydia. She read over it for a few seconds.

"Blood test? What kind of position does a human play in a werewolf pack? Seems sketchy."

Stiles rolled his eyes and leaned over her to grab her laptop, typing in her password. "Every job seems sketchy to you unless it involves long and irritating equations."

"Math is a beautiful thing, I'll have you know."

"Yeah, okay. Let's find out who this Derek Hale guy is."

He typed it into Google and his eyes widened when the first few pictures of him popped up.

"Holy-ever-loving-ass-fuckers this guy is hot."

Lydia quickly leaned over, blocking Stiles' view of the man. He pushed her away with a shrug.

"He's like a 6." She said, shrugging.

"This guy is literally a freaking God, Lydia. How high are your standards?"

"Extremely." She said with a smile. Stiles shook his head and opted to stare at the man for a few moment. He didn't look old at all- according to the small Wikipedia page he was only 25, a few years older than Stiles and already a CEO.

Stiles' life was going nowhere.

He was tall, with what looked to be an amazing body if the way those suits fit were any indication. He was slightly miffed that there were no shirtless pictures, but hey, he could work with what was given to him. His had his beautiful olive skin, amazingly manicured facial hair that made him look all CEO-y. But the best thing was his eyes- they were gorgeous. This hazel-brown-green-goldy color that seemed to contrast what looked to be a cold demeanor.

"Oh my god he's a were, Lydia. A fucking were. And an Alpha! If Danny was a beta imagine what an alpha could do to me. Shit. This guy can get it anywhere, any day, anytime, any position. There is literally not a thing he could suggest that I wouldn't do."

Lydia chuckled. He reluctantly forced himself to stop looking at the photos of the ridiculously attractive god on his screen and clicked on the article of him.

"So apparently Haltech is some kind of computer or software company or whatever. It's pretty werewolf based, ran by the Hale pack. And… oh…"

Stiles eyes scanned the screen as he read all the information on the man. His voice turned soft. "And apparently he inherited the CEO position when his parents died. His mom died of lung cancer… ironic, huh? Only family he has left is his sister Laura and uncle/financial advisor Peter."

He skimmed a few more sentences. "It's not a huge company yet, but people say with time it could probably be one of the major competitors. Seems legit. Plus he's super hot. Even his uncle is hot, and his sister!"

He sighed. "It must run in their DNA."

"Doesn't explain why the need a human for their pack."

"His pack isn't very big, maybe they want extra people?"

"You would take the bite?"

Stiles considered it, looking to the ceiling as he let the thought run around his head. "Yeah. If I had to."

"And the blood test?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I read somewhere that not everyone can accept it. Maybe they found a way of figuring out if you'd reject the wolfy-ness or not."

Lydia didn't respond for a few moments, looking him in the eye. "I don't know Stiles…"

"C'mon, Lyds, we can't reject everything. Something's gotta give."

She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment, eyes looking away. For a second Stiles remembered why he was madly in love with her before he found out he liked dick a lot more than originally planned- she was perfect.

But what she lacked was a penis and ultimately, that was a deal breaker.

"Fine." She said. "Call them and set up an interview for tomorrow. We're going out- I'm feeling thai food."

"It's 9 a.m." Stiles said.

"Yes, and I'm feeling thai food. So," She said, turning to him with a grin. "We're getting thai food. Get your ass off the couch and get ready."

Stiles shook his head.

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Derek walked into his office, coffee in hand, trying to get the haze of sleep from his mind. He closed his door, effectively cutting off all outside noise. He had a ritual of finding his zen every day before he started work. He would sit in his chair and sip at his coffee- black- as he slowly readied himself to deal with the shitstorm that came with the territory of being a CEO. He sat down in his office chair, letting out a content sigh as he closed his eyes, the strong scent of Arabian blew floating into his senses. The coffee hit him like a welcomed punch in the face as he absorbed the quiet.

Of course that's when Laura came in to ruin his life. He almost sobbed when she burst through the door, he thinks there were tears in his eyes, but he didn't let out a sound.

"Aw, did I interrupt your nap time?" She asked, a smirk on her face. "Look, you've got a call."

"Tell them to fucking die and go to hell. It's 9:30 in the goddamn morning." He said, rubbing his temples.

"Aw I would. But they're calling to set up an interview, for you."

He was about to ask why the hell anyone would want to interview at Haltech because it was ruin their life, himself being examples A, B and C. But then he remembered the ad he had placed under Peter's influence. He wondered for a moment how anyone had actually cared to look at it. He had purposefully made it bland and boring, small text and small ad. He didn't even use comic sans- he would have had to kill himself and all his future children if he had used that font. He hadn't even put in a job description! Hell, he thought the blood test thing would scare away most people. But someone had actually found it and was willing to come in for an interview.

They must be desperate.

He sighed and nodded, waving at Laura in an attempt to say Fine, transfer the call without using actual words that required more effort than he was willing to exert. Thankfully she decided that 9:30 a.m. was not optimum bitch time and interpreted the gesture for what it was, taking leave of his office. He waited until he saw the light flashing on his phone before he took a breath and picked up the receiver.

"This is Derek Hale."

"Hi Dere- um, Mr. Hale. I'm calling to schedule an interview for the ad you placed in the newspaper?"

"And your name is?" Derek asked, rolling his eyes. Whoever it was sounded slightly annoying.

"Stiles-um, Stiles Stilinski."

"Stiles Stilinski?" Derek asked.

"Well you don't have to be an asshole." The kid responded on the other line. Derek as actually shocked for a moment that someone had talked to him like that and the kid seemed to catch onto it quickly.

"Oh my god I'm an idiot, I'm so sorry- I don't really have a filter and I was probably dropped on my head several times as a child so excuse me if I'm sort of an ass and-"

"And you're aware that this requires a blood test?" Derek asked, interrupting.

Derek was actually smiling at the kids attitude, which was a definite plus. Nobody except Laura really had the gall to call him out when he was being an ass, which admittedly was most of the time. This was a good change of pace.

"Yeah! Totally! Um, sorry in advance if I faint- needles and Stiles are a no-go-to-go ya know?"

Derek narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell he had just heard.

"Fuck, look I'm-"

"There won't be any needles." Derek said. "I do have to examine your blood, but it won't have to be taken. I just put that in there to scare people away."

He didn't really know why he was telling the boy this, but it didn't feel bad.

"Well that almost worked. My friend Lydia thought you were some sketchy company- ya know I looked at this one ad that told me to be at Denny's with a fluorescent jacket on but she told me not to do it because I could get raped and chopped into tiny pieces and that probably wasn't really something I wanted to do and I just realized I talk way too much and I'm sorry if you totally already hate me."

"What time can you come in for an interview tomorrow?" Derek's interest was piqued. If the boy's body was any match to his attitude… some good things could happen.

"Um, I have work until three and then some things to do after…"

"Does 5:45 work for you?" Derek asked. He usually left around five- but this was worth it.

"Yeah! That's totally cool. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Medical records. That's all."

"Can do! Um, I have to go now, my friend is yelling at me because she wants thai food at 9 in the fucking morning. Can you believe her? Whateve-shit. I did it again."

Derek laughed. "It's fine, Stiles. Just be sure to be here tomorrow."

"No problem! Thanks for giving me a chance despite how much of a mess I am. I'll, uh, see you tomorrow?"

"Most definitely."

"Ok. Have a nice day!"

"You too, Stiles."

With that they hung up the phone. Derek settled the receiver back onto its slot and rested his head on his hands, thinking about the voice of the person he had just encountered. He smiled and sipped the rest of his coffee- he was surprisingly energized now, but he didn't want to start work too quickly. He was still a procrastinator at heart.

He leaned back in his chair and turned around to face the outside scenery, watching as the sun continued its ascent into the sky and the busy city of New York waking from its slumber.