Okay new chapter sorry it took so long,was busy doing nothing. Procrastination kind of gets the best of me. Anyways I'm sorry if you don't like this I just had to give you guys god for dramas other wise I would have not known what to do for this chapter. I hope you guys continue to read it and I'll try my best to update. Oh and Happy Belated Thanksgiving all my American readers!Oh and more importantly I would like to thank SakuraMoriChan for being my new beta will be helping me with all my grammar mistakes that has been nagging you guys! So I would like to give a BIG THANKS TO SAKURA!Oh and sorry if my sorry atempt at an Asian accent sucks.I may live with them but I never learned my native tongue.

POV: Alfred

Continuing my mini fit, I stayed close to the door, not knowing where else to go. If I went anywhere else in this large house I would get lost immediately.

Trying to keep my cool, I took in deep breaths before slowly walking away from the door. Now I was about five feet away from it, and I could hear things moving on the other side.

I knew I was in for one hell of a lecture from my boss, especially since it was my first day. I bet he already had a plan to fire me there and then for this one tiny slip up.

As I awaited my probable impending doom, I made sure to continue smiling. Who knows, maybe he thought the one who had walked in on his shower had been a butler or one of the maids.

Shortly after thinking of different positive outcomes, the door opened, revealing my boss. His expression was angrier than usual, but a faint pink blush was forming on his face. Swallowing hard, I asked him the single most stupid question ever. "Are you alright, President Kirkland?" I asked, trying my best to stop myself from stuttering.

Still staring at me with those killer eyes, he threw a book, narrowly missing my head. My heart beginning to race, I moved away, trying to escape. Unfortunately, I had forgotten that there was a step behind me. I stumbled a little, and in that split second I was pinned to the wall by my boss. His hands were around my neck, and I feared that he was going to kill me.

But that wasn't the case, even though he madly gripped my neck tighter before speaking. "You will tell no one of what just happened. Not only that, you are also expected to wait outside my bedroom door. Understand?"

"Y-yes, P-president Kirkland," I managed to stutter as he, fortunately, released my neck. He turned, storming out of the room. Picking up my suitcase, I raced after him, wanting to make sure that we left at the exact same time.

But being the prick he was, he had already left without a word. Swearing under my breath, I hurried to my car, following his own close behind. It almost felt like I was in a pursuit to kill him.

When we finally parked in the company garage, we both tried to avoid looking each other in the eye. I followed my boss behind, making sure to keep a set distance between us.

We entered an elevator together. It almost felt like the walls were closing in on me, due to my medium level claustrophobia. As soon as the doors opened I fled the elevator, sighing in relief. My boss just rolled his eyes irritably, walking past me.

I quickly grabbed my new company ID, on my way to receive my first assignment as a lawyer; and, unfortunately, a temporary secretary. I took a quick second to scan my new surroundings, making sure I knew where all the exits were, a precaution in case my claustrophobia kicked in again.

Shortly after, I glanced at the faces of my new co-workers. Each of them greeted me with a friendly smile, and I grinned back in response. It was such a happy environment that I couldn't help but enjoy it. Despite the general hell I had been through so far.

POV: Third person

Meanwhile, Arthur was preparing for the day in his personal office. It was a cold, gloomy, and awfully shaded area. Hardly anyone dared to go near it.

Moving back and forth in his room, he stopped, thinking for a second. He had a secretary now, why was he doing this all by himself? Taking this new found realization, he walked to his desk and picked up the phone. After about ten rings Arthur's rage began to boil. After finally hearing the other side answer the phone, Arthur yelled out in a mad fury.

"Ahem, may I remind you that you have a bloody job to do? If you don't get your damn arse to my office right now, I'll have you fired!"

"How dare you," the other side said. Arthur frowned, listening to the voice closely. Who was he talking to? "Do you have any idea who you're speaking to, young man?" the other said with the same amount of anger Arthur had used a few mere seconds ago.

It was then Arthur realized who it was. His hands grew clammy, and a single bead of sweat ran down the side of his head. He quickly tried to think of a way to handle the situation he now found himself in.

"A-ah, f-father! T-that message wasn't for you, you see, that was for A-Alfred. H-he hasn't come to the office to pick up the cases yet," Arthur explained nervously.

"Disgraceful! How can you talk to an employee that way? And on his first day too! I would like to see you later today. We need to discuss your behavior."

"B-but…!" Arthur sighed. "Y-yes, father…" he said, feeling almost shameful as he ended the call. Setting the device down on his desk, he rubbed circles into his temples with the tips of his fingers. Feeling that he had given himself at least a little peace, Arthur picked up the phone once more, making sure to actually call Alfred this time.

Listening to the rings drone on and on, Arthur closed his eyes and counted to ten. With each number, Arthur reminded himself that he had to be nice to Alfred. That way, if his father asked him anything, he wouldn't be in the wrong.

But he soon found his patience running thinner and thinner when Alfred didn't answer. Deciding that phoning him was not the only way to find the other, Arthur left his office in search of the new lawyer.

Feeling his rage building again, Arthur quelled it for the moment. There was no point in taking out his anger on an innocent worker. Using what little he knew about Alfred, he investigated the premises. He searched the bathroom. No sign of Alfred. He checked the break room. No Alfred. Arthur even took the liberty of returning to the parking garage, making sure he hadn't already left. Again, no trace of Alfred.

Baffled by the fact that the honey blonde man was nowhere to be found, Arthur virtually gave up his search for Alfred. Exhausted and irritable, he decided to return to his office, stumbling up the stairs. With a heavy sigh, Arthur opened the doors and was about to move towards his seat, but an obnoxiously loud laugh directed his attention back outside the room.

Using his sense of hearing, Arthur followed the sound, soon arriving at a desk that belonged to his friend, Kiku Honda. Being as careful as humanly possible, Arthur tried to listen in on what Alfred and Kiku were talking about. The way the two of them were getting along made it seem like it must have been a rather funny conversation. As the honey blonde in front of Kiku finished laughing again, Arthur scooted just a little bit closer.

"So, like I was saying, that dude had some huge eyebrows! I mean, how can anyone let them get that bad? They're so big, I think they want to take over the world or something, you know what I mean?" Alfred said, laughing. He only seemed to be amusing himself.

"Ah, y-yes. Um, Alfred-san, don't you think that is a rittre harsh? It is your first day here, what if someone hears you? Or worse, Arthur-san himserf."

"Oh, come on dude! That guy already has me as his stupid little secretary as well as my lawyer job here. It was literally forced on me! I had no choice but to suck it up and accept it."

"What, rearry? Prease, terr me more." Kiku said, his eyes now wide with interest. Arthur continued to stand there silently, wondering how the conversation would continue. If he interrupted now he wouldn't be able to sleep at night from sheer curiosity.

"Well, I met him before I got this job at the nearby cemetery. I was visiting some old relatives of mine, and I guess Arthur was too. But I was so depressed that I didn't notice where I was driving, and I hit the back of his car! He got super angry and started yelling at me. Man, he sure has some lungs for a little dude. Anyways, after that, I went out for the interview for this job. He blew his top off when he saw me and denied me the job. So then I went to hang out with an old friend of mine to cheer up. But check this out; I saved his DAD from falling off the stairs! The next thing I know, I was invited to dinner with them and his dad gave me this job."

"Sounds rike you have been through many hardships so far, Alfred-san. I wish you the best of luck. Excuse me, but I have to get to work now. Rets talk over runch," Kiku replied with his thick Japanese accent.

"Uh, yeah, see you later," Alfred said awkwardly, mentally trying to translate what the other had said. He turned away, walking past Arthur without even realizing it. Arthur quickly sprang into action, roughly grabbing Alfred's ear and dragging him into his office.

Little did both Arthur and Alfred know, that scene had been witnessed by a certain someone with a love for gossip and sneaking around.

After Arthur had pulled Alfred into the office, he sat Alfred down on the couch opposite his desk. With a frightened expression, Alfred sat himself up properly, straightening his jacket slightly. Arthur walked around to sit at his desk and folded his arms sternly.

"Alfred, as you know, I am not very happy with you for a number of reasons. One; you rudely walked in on me during my shower. Two; I could not find you when I needed your services. And three; I heard you talking about me behind my back. Now, I know you feel that you are here to have a good time, but you also have not just one, but two jobs to do here. Now, I expect you to start working hard now, or there will be punishments." Arthur took a moment to pile up a few papers before handing the stack to Alfred.

"Now, here are the cases you must review. You have to choose which one you want to do. But, before that, you must: pick up my dry cleaning, get me a cup of tea, clean my office, and, finally, write an apology letter for what has happened so far today. Oh, yes, and before I forget, here; this is a company phone. It will ring when I need you to do something for me. Make sure you actually answer it. One last thing, terribly sorry about this, but your new desk will be outside my office for now. Very well, you may leave," Arthur said, aggressively placing the small phone into Alfred's hands. He turned Alfred's body, pushing him out of the door.

Moving towards an open desk that was accompanied by a simple chair, Alfred set the stack of paper down and looked at the list of things he had to do for Arthur. With a heavy sigh, Alfred left his new desk, his mood falling. He knew the job had been too good to be true…But it was for his parents, he had to make it through this.

Somewhere else, a sneaky employee started writing a new article for his blog. With the new information he had gathered, he began brainstorming and typing a draft.

POV: Alfred

That damn jerk! That was all I could say about my new boss. He never had anything nice to say to me. I was surprised he even knew the word 'sorry' existed. I knew that being a lawyer was a tough job, but having this added to it was just not okay.

Ugh…I better get these things ready before he shots me. What time is it? I thought, looking at the watch strapped to my wrist. Stunned by the fact that it was now twelve, I hurried away to get his dry cleaning. I seriously hoped that I would be able to have at least a little time to review the cases before work ended. I didn't want to bring my work to my home.

POV: Old man Kirkland

Needless to say, I was outraged at my son. Not only had he addressed his own father in such a rude way, he had actually been planning to yell like that at Alfred. I would not allow such a thing to continue.

My driver opened the car door for me and I stomped away at a moderate speed. The building's automatic glass doors opened as they sensed my presence. With those out of the way, I proceeded to make my way to Arthur's office. I exited the elevator, remaining silent, not wanting to talk to anyone other than my son. I eyed his office, walking faster and yanking the door open. His expression was shocked, but somehow expecting too.

"I believe you know why I'm here. Why don't you set us up some tea? Then we can discuss your behavior," I said, sitting myself down. The seat was warm, as if it had been occupied before.

"Yes, father," he said obediently, moving away to prepare the tea for us. When it was done he sat opposite me, setting the tea down on the table for me.

"Where is Alfred? I didn't see him at his desk," I asked, bringing the tea cup to my lips and taking a small sip.

"He is doing his job, of course, what else would he be doing?"

"You're lying, lad. Now, tell me where he really is. And don't lie; I can tell when you're lying, Arthur."

"Very well then," he said with a sigh. "He's running errands for me as my secretary."

"You git!" I yelled, hitting my son over the head.

"W-what was that for?" he asked, rubbing his now sore head.

"You made him your secretary! I told you he is a lawyer, did I not? Why on earth would you make him your secretary?"

"He is a lawyer! However, I needed a secretary as well, so I thought he would be perfect. After all, everyone that I had hired before was either incapable or had some silly, girly fantasy."

"If you needed a new secretary you could have asked me. I would have found you one on the spot!"

"I can never ask you for anything! When I do, it's always the exact same thing! Hitting me and yelling at me for what I've done. And I'll have you know, that is not the life I desire."

"I-I have never done such a thing! You're just a brat that doesn't know when to stop being horrid to others. Why is it that you never show compassion, or at least a little sympathy to others, huh?!"

"Do you really want to know why, father? Well, do you?"

"Yes. Maybe there's a way to fix whatever's going on in your mind."

"I don't show compassion or sympathy because of you. You! Ah, yes, quite the shocker, isn't it? You haven't shown me either of these things ever since mother died. You want to know why I never smile? It's because of you. Everything is because of you. You only have yourself to blame," he said, tears running down his face for the first time in years.

I had no idea what to say or do. I had never really noticed how much I had neglected him, how selfish I was to ignore him when he needed his own father's comfort. For a split second, I thought about leaving, even though I knew that wasn't such a good idea. But I didn't. I stayed, watching my son cry like child. I then pulled him into my arms, stroking the back of his head.

"Why didn't you tell me before? Why did you keep this to yourself?" I asked calmly.

"I-I didn't want you to worry. With the way things were going, one of us had to stay strong. I suppose that's the same, even now," he said, pulling away from me and smiling sadly as he wiped away his tears.

"I see how it is…However; please don't bring personal affairs to work. It's highly unprofessional."

"It won't happen again, father."

"Well then…Carry on," I said. I left the room, feeling a little awkward and useless. The ride home that day was quieter than usual. Arthur didn't make eye contact with me when he entered the car. The warm, familiar atmosphere around us had turned dark and menacing. It didn't feel comfortable at all, so I attempted starting a conversation.

"How was your day, lad?" I asked, slightly unsure.

"Same as always," he replied bitterly.

"W-well…"

"Stop. I know what you're trying to do, and we both know that it's not working. I would prefer it if we returned home in peace," Arthur said, looking away so that he didn't meet my gaze. Sadly, I found myself agreeing with my son.

POV: Third

Alfred collapsed on his bed, still dressed in his suit. It had now been a month since he had started working for Arthur. It might as well have been a month of slave labor.

Every day he would get up early to wake his boss up. Then, he would pick up his dry cleaning and later clean his office on his hands and knees. He would then have to review all of his cases at home, since there was no time for him to check them at work. The pay he received was about half of what he really should have really been making.

Though it was hard life, he still managed to smile every day. Letting his muscles relax, Alfred turned in his bed and glanced at the cat that had climbed up on his chest.

"Ugh, Abraham! I'm so tired and hungry! I haven't eaten properly in, like, a month! I need something to get my mind off of this stupid job badly."

As if on cue, Alfred's cell phone started ringing, playing his 'America, F**K Yeah!' ring tone. Rushing over like an Olympic sprinter, he grabbed his phone and checked the caller ID. It was Matthew. Alfred almost kissed it out of happiness, glad to have someone to talk to. Flicking his phone open with his thumb, Alfred brought the device to his ear.

"Mattie! Perfect timing! Is it alright if we talk for a bit?"

"Sure, why don't you come over? Then we can talk."

"Okay! I'll be there faster than you can say freedom!"

*~time skip to Mattie's house~*

The apartment they both occupied was air conditioned, much to their liking. They sat legs and arms crossed, opposite each other and drinking coffee. Both let a silent 'Ah' escape their lips before setting their cups down.

Shifting a bit in his seat, Alfred found a comfortable position and settled in it. Letting his gaze drift around the room a few times, Alfred decided he liked how decorative and clean everything was. The complete opposite of his own home. Satisfied with the scenery, Alfred cleared his throat before speaking.

"So, you know how I got that new lawyer job, right?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer to the question.

"Y-yeah, I remember. Did something go wrong, Al?" Matthew asked, pure concern forming on his face.

"Well, my boss is making me be his secretary too, until he can find someone else. So I'm working two jobs right now. And let me tell you, I know why no one wants to be his secretary. He works you to the bone! I can't be a lawyer and his secretary at the same time. I always have to bring my work home, and I'm exhausted by the end of the day."

"T-that's horrible. Have you told his father? It looked like you had a good relationship with him."

"True, but I don't want to use him. He's done so much for me by just giving me a job!"

"I-I guess you're right, eh? B-but what are you going to do? You can't go on like this. It's not healthy."

"Yeah, I know…But what can I do about him? It's like, I finally get a break, but then something weird happens. You know what I mean?"

"I-I think so…Are you happy with your job, at least?"

"Yeah, totally! I'm finally living my parent's dream for me!"

"But is that your dream?"

"W-well, yeah. Ever since 'that' happened, I've wanted to make them proud of me, you know?"
"I guess you're right…Oh, yeah, speaking of your parents, have you visited them lately?"

"I..." Alfred said, trying to form a sentence after this sudden realization. "N-not yet! Crap, I promised them I would visit after my first day of work! But I was so tired, I forgot! Oh, shoot!"

"C-calm down, Al. I-it's no big deal. We can visit them now, if you want."

"W-what really?! Then let's go! It's gonna be dark soon, sir!"

…Did he just say 'sir', Matthew asked himself. "Oui," Matthew said, right before his hand was grabbed tightly and he was violently pulled out of the house.

Stunned by the sudden enthusiasm, Matthew picked up his pace, following Alfred into his car. It was a small and simple car, with nothing really special about it. On the inside there were hamburger wrappers and Captain America action figures littered around the floor and seats. With a small giggle, Matthew entered the small car, letting Alfred drive.

By the time they had reached the cemetery it was already about six o' clock in the evening. The crickets were playing their song as the stars began to shine in the sky.

Stepping out of the car, Alfred and Matthew stood side by side, walking together to two marked graves. Engraved into the tombstones were the names Amelia Jones and Ivan Braginski.

Matthew stood back, watching as Alfred kneeled down and hugged the two graves. Though the stones were cool from the chilly air around them, Alfred's heat quickly warmed them. Releasing the stones, Alfred sat on the grass. His expression was sad, yet somehow happy. Using his fingertips, he touched the damp grass, not minding the wet that was beginning to soak through his clothes.

"Hey, mommy, daddy. Sorry I forgot to come here, but guess what?! I finally got the lawyers job you always wanted me to have! Isn't that great? I've also reunited with an old childhood friend of mine. You remember Matthew, right?" Alfred said to the graves, almost as if they could talk back to him.

"H-hello, Mrs. Jones, Mr. Branginski. Nice to see you again," Matthew said, playing along with Alfred.

"See? He hasn't changed at all. He's been a huge help to me."

"I-I wouldn't s-say that. I'm just fulfilling my role as a friend, t-that's all," the ivory eyed blonde said, a pink hue added to his cheeks.

"Well then, you're the bestest friend ever!" the honey blonde shouted out, jumping up from where he sat.

"You're mine too," Matthew replied, hugging his own jacket for warmth.

"H-hey, you want to head back to your place? I'm freezing my ears off out here."

"Y-yeah. And d-don't you have an angry boss to wake up tomorrow too?"

"Ugh! Don't remind me of him; I hate that Brit!" Alfred said before wandering off, ahead of Matthew.

Before Alfred could notice, Matthew bent down to one of the graves. "I'll take care of Alfred for you guys," he whispered. "You don't need to worry anymore."

POV:Third

The night eventually melted back into day, and, yet again, Alfred was on his way to wake his easily irritated boss. He approached the door carefully. Doing as he was instructed for every day, he waited outside, not wanting to have another embarrassing accident.

Bringing his hand up to the door, he knocked loudly, making sure the man inside could hear. After a few seconds, he could hear someone stirring inside the room. Knowing that his boss was now awake, Alfred waited, almost like an impatient puppy. Standing only about two inches away from the door, Alfred watched as the door knob began moving.
As a precaution, Alfred stepped to the side so that the door wouldn't hit him. But the universe obviously had something against him. In barely two seconds, the door had connected with Alfred's poor face at full speed.

A small amount of blood trailed down from his forehead as the door retreated back to its original position. Arthur now in front of the closed door, and was turning his head back and forth, searching for Alfred. Knowing the other would just leave without him, Alfred tapped his back.

"Right here, President Kirkland," Alfred said, attempting to smile at the other. At first, Arthur stared at Alfred with an annoyed expression. He was still puzzled as to why Alfred had not quit within the first month. He would even smile through the day continuously, even though Arthur would often use everything in his power to put him down.

And even though he hated the other, he couldn't help but feel guilty when he noticed the blood trickling down Alfred's forehead. Arthur's expression softened, to the point where he actually looked concerned for Alfred.

"A-are you alright?" Arthur asked Alfred without really thinking. He lifted a hand, trying to touch the cut. Alfred quickly stepped away, wary about the sudden attempted contact.

"Aw, it's nothing that can't heal on its own. It's not that bad," Alfred said, wiping the blood off his face.

"A-alright then. Shall we go?"

"Totally! Let's go, we're gonna be late!" Alfred said, grabbing the other's arm and practically dragging him towards the car. When the two were both seated in the car, the driver did his everyday job, driving them away to work.

Arriving at the building, Arthur left first and walked towards his office. He and Alfred parted ways just outside when Alfred turned towards his own desk.

Usually, Arthur would be in his chair, actually doing something productive. But today was different. All he could think of for the next half hour was what had happened that morning.

Arthur would normally get angry at the fact that the other hadn't even attempted to treat the cut. But when it came right down to it, Arthur did somehow have a heart. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Arthur knew a small way to set things right.

He grabbed a small first aid box containing medicine and band aids. Using his swivel chair, Arthur reached up and placed it in the top draw of his cabinets. Being careful so that he wouldn't lose his balance, he successfully put everything in place. He allowed his feet touch the ground again.

Now the only thing left was to summon Alfred. He took his phone, dialling his temporary secretary's number. Listening to the rings, Arthur waited for the other to pick up the phone. Once the call was accepted, Alfred's voice could be heard clearly. "You need something, President Kirkland?"

"Of course I do, you dolt. Come to my office this instant."

"Yes, of course." Alfred placed the phone back down, getting up and proceeding to walk towards his boss's office. He was expecting the worst. His boss was there, waiting for him, a determined look on his face. Alfred smiled at him, watching him push his swivel chair back into its original place. Again, he was expecting the worst.

"You needed something?" Alfred asked innocently, standing in front of his boss.

"I need you to go to my cabinet over there. There's a document in the top draw that I need, but…it is a little out of my reach," Arthur confessed, regarding the other with every move he made.

"Okay," Alfred said, moving to the cabinet. He didn't enjoy the older blonde watching him; it felt like he was boring holes into his back. He pulled the draw open, grabbing the document with the first aid box resting on top. Bringing them down to his middle, Alfred glanced at the object confusedly.

"Since you've brought that down, why don't you use it to treat the cut on your forehead?" Arthur said, trying not to make his plan seem too obvious. Alfred giggled a little, taking the box and placing the document on Arthur's desk.

"You were worried about me, weren't you?" Alfred said teasingly. The Brit's acting skills really needed some work.

Arthur's face immediately turned a light shade of pink, his expression turning angry. "N-no, of course not! Why would I care if you hurt yourself? And it was your own blasted fault in the first place!" was Arthur's response, still trying to hide his true intentions.

"Okay, I understand! Gosh. You don't need to get so angry, you know," Alfred said, grabbing a tube of medicine from the box. He twisted the cap off and blindly started applying the medicine to his cut in generous amounts. Arthur watched him, wanting to make sure that the American used the medicine correctly.

"You're doing it all wrong, you git! Give me the damn medicine. It's obvious you're incapable of doing it yourself," Arthur said, getting up from his seat and snatching the tube from Alfred's hand. "Sit on the couch over there," Arthur ordered, forcing Alfred onto the long black couch. Once the honey blonde was sitting on the leather couch, Arthur sat opposite him, squeezing the medicine onto the tip of his finger.

Leaning in close, Arthur used his free hand to move Alfred's bangs away, giving him full view of the cut. Gently, he brought his digit to the small wound, which was still bleeding a little. Applying the medicine, Arthur ignored Alfred's whines about the pain.

Halfway through applying the medicine, Arthur took a minute to observe Alfred's appearance. His face was flawless. There wasn't a single trace of any blemishes. His eyes were a beautiful blue that could easily put the summer sky or a tropical ocean to shame. His hair looked soft, the softest Arthur had ever seen, in fact, and his lips seemed smooth and untouched. Noticing every feature of Alfred's face, Arthur felt his cheeks flushing.

As Alfred put up with the pain, he too was observing the other's appearance. The eyes that would glare at him every day suddenly seemed so much more colorful than before. The light made his eyes glitter, enhancing their beautiful emerald color. Though his hair was messy, it was the purest shade of blonde Alfred had ever seen, and his lips looked way too kissable. Both felt embarrassed about their own thoughts and pulled away from each other.

"You can apply the rest yourself," Arthur said, forcing the tube and some band aids into Alfred's chest. With no objections, Alfred took the objects and excused himself from the office, a slight blush dusting his own cheeks too.

Shutting the door, both Arthur and Alfred were baffled by the sudden thoughts that had entered their heads. Why on Earth had they thought about each other like that? They both tried hard to forget what had just happened. However, the incident seemed to hang above them, almost like a recurring nightmare. For the rest of the morning Arthur and Alfred were too embarrassed to look each other in the eye.

While this was happening, on the floor above Arthur and Alfred's, a private interview was taking place. The two occupants sat opposite each other in formal wear. There wasn't much in the room, except for a desk, two chairs, and a few plants.

George Kirkland (Arthur's father) was interviewing a new person for the role of Arthur's secretary, since Arthur obviously couldn't do it himself. With a steady voice and neutral expression, George examined the new applicant carefully. Glancing down at the papers in front of him, George skimmed for the key points about this man.

"So, it has come to my understanding that you were a straight A student, you have outstanding organization skills, and you are fluent in French as well as English."

"Oui, sir," the applicant said, smirking slightly.

"Why do you want to work here?"

"Well, this place has the top lawyers in the country; they'll obviously need help with organization. Since I have a very good record of keeping track of things and making sure everything happens on time, I though this would be the perfect place."

"Interesting. Now, I have one final question for you."

"And that would be?"

"Are you willing to put up with a bitter young man? As you may have heard, many have quit just because of his attitude."

"I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. After all, a good secretary shouldn't give up just because of a few rude remarks or being over worked" the applicant said with an eager smile, looking the elder straight in the eye. Judging by the other's reaction, he knew that there was no way he wouldn't get the job. The older man seemed desperate.

"Congratulations, Mr. Bonnefoy. You are now a part of our staff. You start tomorrow morning. Please report to my house tomorrow to wake up your new boss."

"Yes, sir."

Admin: Well then off to make the new chapter sorry this sucks please don't shoot me! And I'm sorry this is so short!I'll work on it more next time promise!