Office Games
By AestheticAcoustic
Summary:
Based on a silly tweet. David accidentally sends his boss a dick pic. Just when he thinks he's fired for sure, Daniel surprises him with the offer of a promotion... for a price.
Work Text:
"I'd like to see you in my office."
As he hung up the phone David felt his spirit leave his body. Shit shitshitshit he was so fired. With cold hands and shaking legs, he stood from his desk and left his cubicle, heading down the hallway to his doom. Oh God he wouldn't be able to pay his bills and he'd get kicked out of his apartment and have to live on the street and he might be murdered and-
The door stood cold and rigid before him. He was barely able to lift a hand to knock.
"Enter."
The knob yielded to his shaking hand. His legs turned to cinder blocks that he had to drag into the room. It was neat and clean and bright, as was the man who inhabited it.
Daniel wasn't facing him, but was instead doing something on a table behind his desk. He was dressed in his usual pale slacks and white shirt, his hair neatly combed. "Close the door."
David pushed the door shut, shutting out any hopes of coming away from this with his job.
"Do you know why I called you in here?" Daniel asked without turning around, his voice a smooth, even tone.
"Be- because-" David's voice barely worked. He had to cough and try again but it still came out weak and trembling, "Because I accidently sent you a dick pic, sir..."
Daniel's shoulders tensed. "Accidently?" They relaxed a second later. "Well, that's no matter..." He sat down a bottle of wine and finally turned around. In his hands were two glasses of red wine, and on his face was a smirk that made David weak at the knees...
From fear, of course. Definitely not arousal... no definitely not that...
"Come over here. Let's talk." Daniel put one glass on his desk in front of him, and the other in front of an empty chair.
Nervously, David walked over. He practically collapsed in the chair. The wine was tempting, but he was too scared to move.
Daniel sat as well, leaning on the desk and still smirking at him. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of extended conversation, have we? How long have you worked here now, David?"
"Th-three years, sir."
"Please, call me Daniel. Try the wine. It's an excellent red."
David barely trusted himself to pick up the glass without shaking, but he had no other choice. He managed to lift it to his lips and take a sip. Daniel was right, it was excellent.
Daniel took a sip as well, his eyes never straying from David. "What's your position here? Official title."
David put the glass down, unable to hold it like Daniel was doing his own. "A-Accounting Technician. Three. I- I got Mr. Anderson's workload after he retired."
"Oh? Mr. Anderson was an Accountant III. You didn't get that position?"
"Not enough experience."
"Ah, so the same job for less pay. Well, that hardly seems fair."
"I-I don't mind. I make enough. I love my job."
"Do you have an office?"
"No sir. I like my cubicle though. I love my job."
"You work closely with Sandra too, don't you? Aren't you right under her?"
"Yes, sir."
"I've heard she's a harsh supervisor. Does she make your job more difficult?"
