Book 1- Chapter 2: Sometimes it's Okay to Judge

Next meet Reborn.

Reborn is a famous author. Everyone (except editors) loves Reborn. What the fans don't know is that he is evil, manipulative, sadistic, maniacal, stubborn, cocky, bull headed, egotistical, ruthless, brutal, and enjoys torturing the souls unfortunate to get close enough to know him the tiniest little bit. The only people Reborn is truly kind to can be counted on one hand.

Reborn has gone through 34 editors, but this is because he has high expectations and none of them have followed through...And they weren't even the slightest bit entertaining after the first hour.

However, now Reborn is very much surprise and very, very much amused. This is because on his way to meet his new editor at the designated meeting point (a cafe down the street from the publishing building), Reborn ended up turning the corner to see a rather petite woman beat the crap out of a group of six or so much larger men.

"Take that you egotistical sooooonofabeeotch!" The coral haired woman snarled, pointing down at the defeated men. "Next time you want to kidnap someone, go lay down in the middle of the damn frickety road instead, you assholeish peon!"

Reborn watched the girl huff and spin on her heel, her hair flaring out behind her, and head down the street toward the cafe grumbling all the while. The raven haired male followed along, seeing as he was heading the same direction anyways, and he wanted to hear whatever else the girl had to say.

"Stupid idiots, making my bad mood even worse when I have to meet the infamous Reborn. Stupid new boss who wouldn't let me quit when he assigned me the impossible job. Stupid Reborn for being impossible. I'm not going to let that jerk ruin my career, even if it means I have to beat some sense into him. Screw his fans. My career is more important than a horde of crazy broads. This is the best area to put all those years of karate to good use, and then I'll sue them. I don't have a lawyer, but I'll sure as hell get one to sue the pants off them." The dark look over the woman's face vanished the moment she stepped into the cafe and she smiled politely while asking for her reservation.

Much to Reborn's surprise, the girl asked for the reservation under Vongola. He watched from the shadows as she was directed toward the VIP room, the bright smile remaining all the way until just before the door was completely shut.

The author smirked. This one was definitely more interesting. How long would she remain entertaining though? The raven mused to himself for a moment before deciding that he hadn't had this much entertainment for a while, so he might as well milk this girl for all she was worth. And with that cynically cheerful thought in order, he also headed toward the back room.

The moment the door closed behind the tall male, the American woman stood up and pointed toward the other with a fierce look in her eyes. "I don't care how damn famous you are or how good other people think your books are, I'm not taking your crap lying down. I'll fight you tooth and nail through this and make sure my resume, at the very least, gets some benefit from this unhappy union so good luck trying to get rid of me pal!"

"Alright, I look forward working with you," Reborn replied easily, taking a seat and picking up the menu.

"I knew you would say that! But if you want a battle...I'll...give you...a...war… Wait, what?" The confusion on the woman's face was comical. After all her effort to psych herself up for a battle, her newly made nemesis didn't even glance at the challenge she threw down before him.

"I said I look forward to working with you," Reborn repeated calmly. "You seem more interesting than all the others, so I've decided to play nice."

All of this was said with a polite tone. The new editor found herself at a loss. Was everything she was told, that paper her friend wrote about difficult authors, the direct reports from his past editors, all of it...a...lie? Was Reborn actually a nice man, like what the press made him out to be and that the other editors didn't like him because he was such a workaholic and strict with everyone else as a result?

But then... he smirked. "On one condition that is."

The bright red-orange eyed girl deadpanned. Nope. Here was that conniving side she heard all about. "To be fair, I'll hear you out. But from everything I've heard about you in school and from my colleagues, I'm guessing that I'm going to decline."

"It's really not much, unless you don't think you can handle such a small task," Reborn taunted.

The woman crossed her arms with a raised eyebrow. "Please don't take me as a fool. I'll have you know that such baits won't work on me."

The raven smirked again. "Good. This little game wouldn't be as fun if the other side wasn't a little cunning, after all."

A coral eyebrow twitched. "A game?"

Reborn paused to give the waiter their orders, leaning back into his seat as they were left alone again. "All you have to do is help look after my brothers a bit; pick them up and take them to school, make snacks, help them with homework and so on."

"Normally," the girl said with a thoughtful air and expression, "that wouldn't sound like too bad of a deal. However, this is you we're speaking of. If others say you're like a demon or devil, then your brothers must little monsters. Not to mention, you're probably using them as a way to make me leave."

The raven's eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't speak that way about my family if I were you."

Blood-orange eyes narrowed in response. "You don't leave a lot of room to make others assume otherwise. Change up that stuck up attitude toward the people trying to take care of your work and maybe others wouldn't jump to conclusions about your your relations."

The two glared at each other for a long while, only when their drinks arrived did they finally breaking apart.

Reborn smirked again. This woman definitely had some backbone if she wasn't intimidated by his glare. Well, that or an idiot. He took a sip of his espresso before speaking once more. "So what's your name, or should I just refer to you as the hot headed woman?"

The coral haired female rolled her eyes, but answered anyways. "My name is Jenn- sorry. Gale, Jennifer. But everyone calls me Jenna and I prefer being called by my nickname."

The raven nodded. "I assume you know who I am, so I won't bother with introductions on my part. Also, my younger brothers really aren't so bad once you get to know them. Some people assume that they're a little odd, but that's because they're not capable or willing to understand them."

Jenna stared at the man across from her, studying him for any signs of deception before heaving a heavy sigh. "I will offer whatever help I can I suppose. But I am just your editor, so don't expect me to come over on the days where I'm not reviewing your work with you."

Reborn nearly snorted. Even so, he still had to lift a hand to cover his laugh.

"What?" Jenna asked with a raised brow.

"You should talk to your boss again about the full duties you've been assigned."

"What do you mean?"

The author opened up his suitcase and took out the file he was given about the woman, showing her position and duties. "I was wondering about this earlier, but now I understand why that idiot put you in this job. Your first priority is as a manager, with editor taking second. I don't have anything for you to look over usually anyways."

"He did WHAT?"

Next chapter: Another introduction and sneaky bosses.