Daddy

Chapter 1

Eileen glares at her own reflection in the mirror, a contest between the two of them to see who can stare at the other with more disgust. She thinks she's winning; that bitch is just a copycat.

It's six in the morning and she has to leave in fifteen minutes to go to her internship, where everyone seems to hate her and tries to make her life as miserable as possible.

Eileen did nothing wrong. She was oh-so-fucking-sweet her first day, but, hey, maybe they're just envious of her gorgeous looks. They're all old as fuck; maybe they want to be young and gorgeous again (Eileen highly doubts that any of them were gorgeous back then though).

She only sighs as she pushes herself away from the counter and is out the door.

Halfway into her walk, she realizes she left the lights on in the bathroom (which really bothers her because she does not need a higher electricity bill).

Fuck, she thinks. I should have stayed in the dorms.

Walking onto the floor where she works is always the same: the receptionist glares at her as soon as she appears from behind the elevator doors, and she's ignored by her coworkers until it is impossible to not ignore her.

"Good morning," she chirps to the room, and is met with silence, as expected.

She sighs as she falls into her chair. She stares at the ceiling and twirls in her chair for a solid ten minutes before someone finally acknowledges her.

"We have a meeting at eight-thirty. The CEO himself will be there, so you'll need to grab some extra coffees."

Eileen only nods, swiping the coffee card off her desk and going off on her quest.

It's not a quest, more like a battle. At eight in the morning, trying to order ten plus coffees at a popular cafe is like throwing yourself into the lion's den with Lady Gaga's meat dress on.

Eileen is not one to fuck around either. She does not let the arrogant businessman cut in front of her because his work is "more important than whatever the fuck" she does. She rips the cup out of the old lady's hand and doesn't listen to her lame excuse or her complaint of millennials.

The only highlight of those terrifying moments is the cute baby in front of her being held by its mother. It's so fucking cute. The cutest baby she has ever seen in her life.

She's twenty minutes late, but she knows by now that the meeting starts at nine and that her coworkers are lying pieces of shit who try to make her life as stressful as possible.

(Five weeks earlier: Eileen stumbles into the room, sobbing and apologizing for being late and begging whomever not to fire her. After a minute, she realizes the room is empty and there's a crowd behind her, snickering.)

But the CEO is joining them, for whatever reason. Huh. Eileen has heard things–like how he's young and really hot. (She overhead the receptionist gossiping about it. No one really talks to Eileen in the eight hours she's present in the building.)

She's also heard how he has fired three people before noon (an all-time record) and has made four people cry in one day (another record).

Eileen has never seen the man. She's only an intern, so why would she?

She sets the cups down on the table in the meeting room and arranges the food on the side table because she's bored. ("Interning is fun," her teacher said. "You learn so much.")

The hands on the clock slowly approach nine and Eileen watches from a chair in the corner as everyone strolls in, chatting and mumbling and grabbing the donuts and coffees (Eileen can't have any, for whatever reason).