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It was like any other office day, a brim sunshine lit the room, the absent mind of evening soon approaching The Grey office- making me; another secretary given the night shift with Mr.Grey. My fellow colleagues were astonished at the thought, and they were asking about certain things as if they were worried?
Hell, I couldn't know- but somehow I was nervous for myself just like everyone else. I couldn't do anything but ignore the sudden paranoia though, after all . . . working for a big company like this has always been my dream . . . I certainly can't fail the owner of such a rambunctious corporation, now can I?
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Fixating the pile of documents, you stood from your seat and opened your office door only to be met with countless amounts of eyes- glaring, staring, or in other words- with irises full of curiosity. It truly only made you more nervous, after all- you had been called to Mr.Gray's office earlier then expected. Whatever he had in store for you seemed quite Sinister or in other words Captivating, and your anxiety filled anticipation only seemed to blow to the rim, and you- yourself could not stop the shaking of your hands. Why were you so scared? Surely he wouldn't do anything to his own employer . . . would he? All you could do of course, was found out.
Walking down the expensive- carpet covered stairs, you arrived to the first floor- your eyes meeting the clerk, Jessica. She usually helped with appointment set ups, calls, and meeting arrangements for Mr.Gray. You hardly ever talked to her, so you didn't know much about her, all you knew was her name.
With a single flash of Jessica's smile, she looked at you as if you were a friend of hers, and she continued to speak her words kindly. Unusual.
'Oh- (Y/N), Mr.Gray will see you now.' She said, her smile still among herself she guided you to the elevator and quickly sent you into it's expensive covering. Before the elevator closed, Jessica stopped it with her hand, giving you a sheer glare of worriment.
'(Y/N) . . .' She broke off- her voice slightly shaking. 'Mr.Gray is in a bad mood today and . . .I would recommend chosing your words carefully. Just a word of advice, after all- I almost lost my job today for a slight slip up.' Jessica uttered under her breath, assuring that no one could hear her words. That- well would defiantly get her fired.
'Y-Yes. . . I'll watch out. . .' You whispered, your voice having a tint of fear consuming it, your eyes almost to the brim to watering. You thought, 'Is he planning on firing me?' or 'Did I do something wrong?'. To you the possibilities were endless, and when Jessica flashed you a languid smile- letting the door close on you, leaving you alone in the elevator. . . you didn't know what to think.
As the the elevator stopped at the top floor, level 40- your hands started shaking in nervousness once again. No one came up here, at least most people were afraid- mostly because of the rumors that have been going around about the 40th level. To you they seemed ridiculous, but since you were going through a situation like this you couldn't help but believe such a legend. Vampires? They can't be serious. Although, to be honest, his fellow colleagues that work for him are abnormally beautiful. Well- especially Mr.Gray. In your opinion, he was the most attractive of all- you couldn't help but state the fact that was inevitably true. You couldn't possibly have feelings for him. . .could you?
Taking your step out of the claustrophobic-like box, you flinched at the sound of the medal closing together, which made his other colleagues look at you in some sort of interest. You couldn't quite figure out why, but it certainly made you feel uncomfortable. Their eyes, composure, grins and glares. . .they were no doubt enticing in their own way. To be quite frank, you almost dropped your papers amongst your shivering from the aura that protruded from them. It certainly gave you fair reason to stride off in a hurry towards Mr.Gray's door. Anything was better then standing there like an idiot.
Knocking three times you were left standing there for a few moments in confusion- but eventually the kind words of your boss spoke- 'come in.' which was to you a sign to immediately open his door- since it made Mr.Gray upset if you were to waist his time. Just for that little reason, most people were fired and replaced on the spot- seeing how much you cared for him, you desperately tried to be an absolute perfect secretary in his eyes. After all- you would do anything to make him happy. If only he could see that.
You walked into the glorious office room your boss seemed to call home- and your hands only clenched the paper work harder then ever before, your eyes sightly darting around with anxiety from the expression he would hold. You thought it would be angry-disappointed-languid or even blank, but it was the total polar opposite of your thoughts. Lucky me.
Mr.Gray turned around stride-fully with a grin of satisfaction, you obviously didn't know why- but your gut gave you a feeling you would forever regret coming up here. . .no doubt ever excepting this job. Or perhaps- will you be thankful for encountering him on this day? Well- only one way to find out.
'Close the door- would you please?' Mr.Gray said sternly- yet in some way his tone seemed kind in it's own category. Either way- whichever tone was to be displayed, you obediently followed his rules.
Hurriedly you shut the door as ordered, and once again turned to face your boss. He was dressed in a dark-gray satin suit, his hair perfectly frizzled- and his eyes were no doubt like silver daggers- his signature smile still being worn. Certainly his intentional ways didn't bother you, it actually made you more anticipated then usual.
'Now-' Mr.Gray cleared his throat, piercing his gray eyes into yours, 'Come take a seat- I have some particular things to talk to you about. If you are busy, we may do this another time.' After speaking his metallic sentence, he took a seat in his office chair, his desk firmly sat in front of him. The table was littered with papers, calenders, graphs and many other things- including his various pens he always seemed to write perfect cursive with.
'N-No, we can talk now. . .' You intently spoke, your voice slightly once again toned with anxiety. Obviously, since you had said to him you would go through with the conversation- you had no choice but to take a seat across from the strong-willed man, Mr.Gray.
'Mmph-' He gazed his eyes at you- the silver gleaming in a unknown manner- his emotions he seemed to be expressing hidden with the same qualities. Whatever he was thinking about deeply had to be important, so you left him be until he decided to speak up- to be short. . .you gave him all the time in the world.
Shortly after he had finished his tracks of thought, he picked up a few papers and laid them to the side, speaking to you again with the same manner his usual self would protrude.
'Mrs.(L/N). . .' Mr.Gray cleared his throat, his voice now sounding more deep then before. 'This place is quite. . .Unsuited for our conversation. We should go somewhere else I have in mind.' He spoke sternly, his elbows contently laid on the desk, papers still sightly laid about, his eyes now once again staring into your (E/C) ones. At that moment, you knew his eyes were more beautiful then they've ever been before, so you took a moment to stare. Sadly- you had to quickly snap out of your trance, because your boss would've thought of you as foolish.
'Y-Yes . . .Mr.Gray. . .' You uttered, your eyes nervously looking down at the paperwork you were ordered to take home with you, but were soon sidetracked with his request, and to your grim avail they were slightly crumpled from the grips of your hands. 'Great.' you thought, another un-perfect sin I have to take responsibility for.
Soon after your contemplated words, he stood up and walked stridently towards you, his smile now beginning to show once again, and his aura seemed. . .different from before.
