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Just graduated from Harvard with a master's degree in psychology, Y/N looks for a job and finds it in a not-s... More

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By DaddyAlycia

It's 7am and I'm already in the office, after my mistake on Saturday I made sure to set many alarms to be here ahead of time. I still couldn't drink my coffee since the cafeteria opens at about half past seven, I'm irritated by the lack of caffeine in my body.

I start with my work and write the page back on the computer, print it again and attach it to the corresponding folders, it takes me about fifteen minutes to do that, which means, I have forty-five minutes to do absolutely nothing.

I start to check my phone, going from app to app without finding anything interesting, which is understandable, who is going to post something at this hour?

I ask Kate please if she can bring me and Miss Romanoff's coffee to my office, I want to be here when she arrives. I get my her okay and go back to rest and wait for the minutes to pass.

Kate

I'm in the elevator already :)

I see the doors open and I see her walk in with my coffees in her hands.

"Wow, what a fancy office you've got, Y/N/N. Is that Miss Romanoff's?" she tells me pointing her head to the office next to mine while she's leaving the coffees on the desk.

"Yes, if this looks fancy to you it's because you didn't see Miss Romanoff's." I get up from my chair and walk over to hug her and I see the elevator doors open again. Miss Romanoff walks in and clears her throat, Kate and I separate and she walks inside the machine before it closes and disappears leaving me with Miss Romanoff's angry look.

"Good mor-"

"To my office, now!"

I follow Natasha grabbing her coffee before walking past and closing the door behind me. I position myself in front of her desk and wait for her to tell me what to do.

"I think I made myself clear the other day, Y/N. If you come here it's to work and make it perfect, not to hang out with your friends." If looks could kill...

"Sorry, Miss Romanoff, but I already did what I had to and I had free time, so I asked Kate if she could bring me your coffee, here it is." I say putting her cup on her desk.

"Are you talking back to me, Y/N?" she quick an eyebrow and I shiver in front of her. I am not speaking again. "Cat got your tongue? Speak." she says again in a stronger tone with authority.

"No, Miss Romanoff."

"That's what I thought. Go prepare everything I need for the meeting with Miss Maximoff, I don't want to see you until she comes. Understood?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." I turn back and walk out of her office to go back to my desk. What a start this morning.

I didn't bother Miss Romanoff again for the rest of the day, during my lunch break I didn't dare to leave my desk, I just got work done. I only saw her when she had to leave her office to attend to her patients, since the consultories are on the 3rd floor and when she came back.

1:55pm and I see Miss Maximoff walking into my office. "Y/N, darling, it's good to see you again!" She walks over to the side of my desk and I stand up to greet her, she pulls me up for a hug, I didn't see that coming.

"Good evening, Miss Maximoff, it's good to see you too." she releases me from her grasp and I pull the folders out of the drawer to get them ready.

"Don't call me that, you make me feel old," she pats me lightly on the shoulder, "call me Wanda, dear."

"I don't think that's professional, Miss Maximoff, but you're not old at all, quite the opposite."

"Oh my god, you're going to make me blush." she giggles and so do I, although the one who blushes is me with all the nicknames she calls me.

I look at my watch and it's a minute until the hour of the meeting, I go to Natasha's door and knock twice to let her know that Miss Maximoff is here already. She gives me directions to come in, I tell Wanda and I grab the folders in my hands to go into the office.

"Wanda." Miss Romanoff gets up from her seat and hugs Miss Maximoff.

"Natasha." she hugs her back.

Miss Romanoff guides her to the white couch and they both sit down, Natasha in the couch and Wanda in the one of the armchair. I put the folders on the small table in front of them and I offer if they want something to drink.

Miss Maximoff a black coffee and Natasha her usual. I retire and go in search of coffee.

I send a message to Kate again so that she can have them ready and do it as quickly as she can. Once with the drinks in my hands I return to the 27th floor where they are waiting for me, knock twice to enter and I hear Natasha's 'come in'.

I leave the respective coffees for each one and I am about to leave until I hear Miss Maximoff ask me "Aren't you staying with us for the meeting, darling?" I see Miss Romanoff roll her eyes at the nickname.

"Do I have to stay, Miss Romanoff?" I look at Natasha waiting for her answer.

"Stay, go and sit there." She points her head at the armchair that is in the middle of the two women, I go and sit as she told me and wait for the meeting to start, which from what I see, is very informal.

"Wanda, what would you like to know?" Miss Romanoff asks and Miss Maximoff starts to doing some questions about company performance, employees, pay, patients, research and everything she wants to know. Everything she asked about was in the folder I made.

The meeting lasted about an hour, Wanda was going to associate with Romanoff's company and she is going to work in an office on the floor below ours, the 26th floor.

When all her questions were answered and the meeting was over, Miss Romanoff asked me to come out and have a moment alone with Miss Maximoff.

They talked for at least another hour while I was organizing Miss Romanoff's upcoming events, the sound of the door interrupts my thoughts and I see Wanda come out of the office and walk over to my desk.

"Darling, I need to ask you something."

"Yes, Miss Maximoff, what do you need?" I look into her eyes, they are green, bright and warm, not like Miss Romanoff's green, hers are colder and penetrating.

"Could you give me your phone number, just in case you need anything, since we're going to work together." She smiles at me and I melt in my chair.

"Yes, of course, Miss Maximoff," I grab a post-it note, write my number on it and hand it to her, "here it is." she grabs it and our fingers brush.

"Thank you, honey. I'll text you so you can add me" she put the post it in her beige coat and waves goodbye to me as she disappears down the elevator.

The rest of the afternoon passes quietly, I don't appear in Miss Romanoff's again and she doesn't come out either. It's time to go and I walk to my apartment. I open the door and listen to the new message notification.

Unknown

Hi, darling, it's Wanda.

I change the name and text my response.

Me

Hi, Miss Maximoff.

Miss Maximoff

Would you like me to pick you up tomorrow to go to work?

What time you've to go?

Me

Oh, don't worry, is not necessary, I can walk, Miss Maximoff

Miss Maximoff

I won't take a no for answer.

Me

I've to be there at 7:45 and go to the cafeteria before.

Miss Maximoff

Send me you adress tomorrow, darling. I'll be there at 7:30.

Me

Yes, Miss Maximoff. Good Night.

Miss Maximoff

Good night, dear.

Would it be wrong if I took an interest in Miss Maximoff? I go to sleep with that question running through my head.



A/N: hello there!

Is Wanda interested in Y/N? what do you think?

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