I yawned, probably for the 10th time today. I did the math, and we'd gotten a total of three hours of sleep. How Dream was functioning perfectly normally, I had no idea.
So far, the day had been boring. I'd spent forever going through his endless list of emails, and calling back and forth with his partners to plan out his next week. It was nearing lunchtime, and I was really craving a burrito bowl from Chipotle, for some reason.
My lunch break was at 12:30, and I was counting down the minutes now.
The phone rang, and I groaned. It'll have to wait.
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"Yes! Freedom!" I sighed, putting my desktop to sleep. I stretched as I stood up, and grabbed my wallet and phone. Chipotle time.
As I was walking to the elevator, a hand grabbed my arm from behind. I looked back, and it was Dream.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Out. For lunch?" I replied. Was there a rule I couldn't leave the building?
"With who?" He asked, hand still gripping my wrist.
"Just myself," I said. "Is that not allowed?"
He loosened his grip. "It's allowed, but you're safer eating here. We have a food court."
I frowned. "I want Chipotle."
His mouth lifted a bit, amused. "There's one in the food court."
"Ooh, okay," I said happily. That was a lot easier than walking.
"If you go anywhere now, you need one of my bodyguards with you, okay?" He asked, as we made our way to the elevator. "You're my PA, so you'll be a target for any of our rivals."
"Even outside of work?" I asked.
"Yes. So tell me whenever you're going somewhere," he said firmly.
That seemed like a bit much, but the last time I was alone on the streets, I got kidnapped. Maybe it was for the better.
We got to the food court, and I gasped. "This is huge."
Nick had followed us here from the office. We all got our food, and sat down near the window looking out over the city. It wasn't busy at all, and I was surprised.
Dream seemed to read my mind. "There's multiple on different floors, and my employees have varying lunch breaks. Our time is the earliest and least busy."
I guess that made sense. I was a little unused to the special priority of being his PA and getting all these small benefits.
While we were finishing up, Dream's earpiece buzzed, and so did mine. They were linked now, so I heard most of his messages, too.
"Message from an unknown sender, directly for you, Boss. It's an envelope."
"Has it been screened?" He replied.
"Yes."
"Send it to my office." He stood up. "C'mon, let's go. I have a feeling it's important."
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Mafia (DNF)
Fanfiction24 year old programmer, George, has no idea what he's in for when he stumbles into a tall blonde man on the streets. He apologizes and goes about his day normally. That night, on his way home, he's dragged out of the comfort of his life and into a w...
