101 Dalmatians (1996 Movie Version) (Male! Cruella de Vil) X OC

Is this a Date? (Part 1)

Hello everybody, I'm back! Sorry it took so long and I know how you wanted to find our what happened next in this story. As I mentioned in the conversation, I have online classes and a puppy to watch. This is the first piece of the chapter, and I will have another one eventually. For now, enjoy the next chapter my darlings!

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Ever since my boss let me go home early in the afternoon, I slept till it was seven in the morning. I never slept for that amount of hours for as long as I remember. I guess not having the proper amount of sleep in the past week took its toll on my body. When I woke up I felt refreshed, like I'm ready to take on the world, or England in my case. After I found a decent outfit for work, since I still need to do laundry, I fixed my hair up and put on a decent amount of makeup. Apparently, I still had slightly faded dark circles under my eyes, but I was able to soothe most of it with an ice pack before applying my foundation. After I made sure I was prepared, I walked out the door.

When I arrived at work, the man at the desk greeted me with a smile and once again a nice cup of coffee. He was aware of how I was sent home early for proper rest, but he didn't mind making coffee for me, which was sweet. I took a sip as I walked to my station, my illustration pages just as I left it the day before. When I started to look through my work to see what needed to be done, a voice from behind nearly gave me a fright.

"Feeling better, my darling?"

I turned around to see Cruelle standing behind me with his arms crossed, one of his hands holding a cigarette that gently fumed light traces of smoke at the end.

"Much better sir, thank you," I said after I remembered his last question.

"Good. I expect the rest of your work finished by the end of the day. Have them sent to my office when you are done," he said as he tapped the ash off his cigarette.

"Yes sir."

With a final nod, he turned away and went to another station to check up on other people's work. I still recall the time when he said that he didn't want to let his best worker collapse. I think he cared about my health, just a bit, but he doesn't really show it. I smiled secretly and turned my attention to my designs.

Many hours have passed and it was late afternoon, which according to the chimes of Big Ben, it was about four o'clock. Don't worry, I made sure to have time to eat my lunch and took small breaks as necessary. I carefully placed my work in the portfolio folder and tidied up my station so it looked neat and presentable. I looked around to see if there was anybody that could take my work to his office. Apparently, everybody was either tidying up or buried in their work. I don't blame them since some of them are probably tired and the fact that the fashion show is coming up soon. I decided to take my work to him personally.

To be honest, I'm a bit nervous. You see, I never been in his office, not even when I started my internship. I sent my resume and portfolio through email one time and when I took an interview, it was at a nice restaurant a little ways from work. Now I know what you're thinking and it's not Cruelle that interviewed me. It was the man from the front desk that I met and he asked questions regarding the position I want to partake in. He took down notes and told me that he'll get back to me soon. About a week later after that, I received a call that I was accepted to work. The rest was history.

I took the elevator to the top floor, where Cruelle's office is located. It's really not surprising that he wants to be on top of everything, especially his own building. The elevator dinged to let me know that I arrived. When the doors parted sideways, I stepped out into his office. I took the time to observe the room.