Rushing Forward without looking back (Timminette)

Chapter 1:

"Alya Cesaire, yes. The reporter who was recently ruined." Her smile grew grim.

"You know what they say about getting into business with your friends. Things get messy. But yes. That was my doing. I am not stupid, within a month I knew what she was up to. She was going behind my back to feed information to another company, Rossi Inc., my greatest competition at the time, and so after I collected enough information, I destroyed her company after all the slander I was accused of, and Alya got burnt. Pull a kitty's tail, and she'll scratch. Enough to scar." Her smile disappeared, but a confident look sparkled in her eyes. Tim looked down for a second. He walked over and knelt by her chair as if she were a small child.

"Look, I may have just officially met you a very short time ago," he looked up, "But I'm proud of you. This might sound silly, but absolutely anything you might need at all, regarding your business- you know what? Anything, at any time, I will help. I may seem to be overwhelmed with work, but to be honest, I am.... whelmed, as I would like to put it." he snorted at his own joke, much to Marinette's confusion. "But I mean it. I think you will do great here, and I will make sure as such, and who knows. Maybe W.E will become business partners with MDC one day. I just want you to go as far as you can. Are..... are you crying? Holy shit- I didn't mean to-" she waved her hand and quickly wiped her face with her sleeve.

"I'm fine." her voice cracked. "That's just so nice to say. Thank you." he gave her a concerned look. 

"Of course. I struggled, but I had Bruce to help me out. By the looks of it, you started alone. With nobody to help you. I don't want that happening again. You don't have to be alone-" she cut him off with a tight hug. His eyes widened in confusion, but he returned it. "You ok?" his voice was calm and soothing. She let out a choked sob and clung to his shirt. He rubbed circles on her back and hit a small button in his pocket, letting the windows darken of his office from the outside, so that nobody could see them.

"S-sorry." she sniffed, and pulled away. "I didn't mean to attack you like that, it's just that I started the company alone. Most of my life, even though I had people to support me, it just feels as if I am alone. All the time. You know?" Tim nodded and handed her his mug of coffee.

"I understand. I find coffee helps every problem out there." she let out a weak chuckle and took a sip.

"Thank you. And I am sorry. I drenched your shirt." Tim looked at a small wet spot on his shirt and laughed.

"Marinette, look at the logo. You're ok." he flipped up the hem of the sleeve and in brilliant gold, her signature stood out. She giggled.

"I didn't even notice." he shrugged.

"What can I say? I like my blue shirts." she motioned to the shirt.

"I can umm, make you a new one if you want... I guess more..... personable? Since I actually know you and all-"

"I would love that." he cut her off before she could say anymore. She beamed.

"Ok! I'll just have to take your measurements at some point! I don't have many plans, so I mean whenever you are available, you know, just shoot me a call." he smiled and nodded.

" So, Do you have any questions about the job? Or anything that would happen concerning it?" She shook her head.

"Nope! Thank you. For everything." his face darkened a shade and he dropped back down to her eye level, his hand resting on her arm. Marinette felt her own face heat up.

"Of course. As I said before, you-" the door opened. Tim jumped up. "Jason." the said taller guy smirked.

"Hiya babybird. Who's your new little girlfriend over there? Holy fuck- she's short as hell!" She scrunched her face up.