Café | Danny X Female Reader | Short

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Big News

"You're fired."

"W-what?"

"You're fired." You repeated yourself.

"B-but, I need more time."

"I gave you a week and my project is still not done."

"I'm so sorry, just please. May I have a second chance?" Rachel said, begging for more time.

"Please give your pass and my belongings to the security guard."

"Miss L/n..." She said, pleading.

"Have a wonderful day Miss Lee." You said, giving her a fake smile. She lays her head low as she walks out of your office. Finally... You sighed heavily. You lean back in your office chair, placing the back of your hand to your forehead. Suddenly, your phone started to ring.

You grab your phone, answering the call. "Hello?"

"Well hello there, darling," Danny said through the phone. You scoffed, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

"I told you not to call me that."

"Well, I can't help it," He said in his beautiful voice. "Anyways, do you have time today?"

"I can make some time, what's up?"

"Well, can I stop by and talk to you one-on-one?" He asked.

"Danny, I don't think that's a good idea..." You said, a little nervous.

"Too late."

"Too late?"

"Miss L/n, someone's here to see you." Your employee said. You looked up to see a man with long blonde hair, a black mask, and a black trench coat that stop to his ankles. He wore some AirPods, a silver chain, and was holding two drinks in his hands, leaning against the side of the door.

"Hello again, darling."

Your eyes widened as you hung up the phone. You stood up, walking over to the door, pulling him away as you slammed the door.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" You whispered-yelled.

"I can't see my favorite person?" He said, handing me the drink. You looked at the cup and you angrily -but carefully- took the cup. You walk over to your desk and sat down.

"Danny, you have to be careful next time. What if reporters found out who you were?"

"They didn't see me."

"They could've..." You said, leaning into your chair as you rub your forehead.

"Look, I'm sorry," Danny said, sitting on your grey leather couch. He crossed his legs, holding his drink with two hands. "But, I need to talk to you about something."

"Let me guess, you're simping over another guy again."

"W-what!? No!" Danny said, "It's about my job."