Dreams a CEO, and George is his assistant.
!All Work Done Be Me!
Contains Fluff, Smutt as well (Smutt warnings at the beginning of Smutty chapters)
Should probably tell you this has some cursing innit, so if that makes you uncomfortable, just wante...
The next day was foggy to say the least. You could hardly see 5 feet in front of you throughout most of the morning. This is more common than you think in Florida, to have incredibly foggy mornings.
Clay quite liked having this view when driving his way to work, it can be dangerous not seeing well while driving, but he's gotten used to it. It feels like all his anxiety is being covered like a blanket as he's surrounded by the fog. This was almost helpful if his assistants weren't the only thing on his mind, George had been stuck in Clays Head every since last night.
When they were staring into the eyes of each other, Clay felt that was where he wanted to be where he needed to be. Clay knew that this couldn't be a thing, because they work together, hell, George is his bloody assistant. When he wanted an assistant he never thought even remotely that this could happen.
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On the other hand, George couldn't BE more thrilled. It might be the first time that someone he likes him back. Yes, yes, it's his boss. That probably doesn't matter if they like each other!... right? He didn't think much of it and continued to head to work.
The brunets way to work isn't driving or public transportation, its walking. It's a solid 15-minute walk from his house to work and he could use the exercise. When he was unemployed after his former boss passed, he felt lost. He did look for jobs but nothing fit him. He felt like there was nothing he could do, but then Karl reached out to him and he could feel like he had a chance again.
George didn't really like the fog, it made his surroundings feel eerie. He could hear cars to the left of him, passing on the street, but he couldn't see them. Only hear them as they pass. Every so often, a person would pass by him too, they would emerge from the smoke in front of him either heading to work like him or heading to one of the stores to the right of the street.
George decided to pick up his pace to he could get inside quicker. Today was Georges's 2nd day, and a lot has happened already, but he doesn't want that to affect his performance. He arrives at the building and heads in, as he's heading to the elevators, he's greeted by Karl.
"Top of the morning George!- is that how British people say it?" Karl smiles, making fun of him in a playful tone.
"Hardy, har har." George mocks laughing a little, which made Karl do the high-pitched giggle laugh that he always does. "Good Morning"
"Hey before you head up, I just wanted to tell you, Mr. Smith is running late. It's probably because of the weather, you can head up and he should be here any minute."
"Alright, thank you Karl" George says before heading upstairs.
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"You have got to be shitting my dick, what the actual fuck!" Dream says as he pulls up to another line of cars. The dream has always had road rage, ever since he first got his driver's license. It just got A LOT worse as he grew older.
After what felt like forever, but was probably more like 30 minutes of traffic, he's at work.
"Hey Karl, sorry I'm late. Damn traffic, did I miss anything?" Clay says as he passes by the front desk, swiftly heading toward the elevators.
"Nothing much, but your assistant did arrive not too long ago."
"Thank you Karl"
As he entered his office he was expecting his assistant, but George was nowhere to be seen. Clays office was set up so there is a big window that gives view to the street and buildings, but because of the fog, there is nothing really visible.
drawing of what the room looks like by me =]
Picasso who?
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Little did Clay know, George was fetching the youngers morning coffee for him. Although, this time, he decided to add cinnamon. To give it the extra flavor boost it needed.
When he entered the office, he was expecting to see an empty seat, but it wasn't. George was a little startled but very quickly realized what was happening.
"Did I scare you?" Clay said, briefly looking up from the papers he was shuffling through. He smiles slightly that made him look cocky and it was kinda hot.
George gulped and directed himself toward the desk, coffee in hand. "Not even in the slightest sir-- sorry, Clay."
"Ooh, Thank. You." He said it in a tone that made it obvious he very much needed this.
"Rough morning?" George said, making a sympathetic/amused tone.
"You could say that-" Clay takes a sip from the cup that gives a new fond warmth to his hands. He is overfilled with the taste so delicious, it could make a grown man cry. It tasted of Cinnamon and Cannoli.
"Mmm~ this is amazing, did you put something in it?" Clay says, taking another sip.
"Umm," George says while giggling, "I mean, I put some Cinnamon in it?"
"Well, it's great! I knew it was a good decision to hire you."
"So what you're saying that is I didn't have mad 'coffee making' skills, you'd fire me?" George teased.
Clays sensed the tone and felt newfound confidence suddenly appear from deep inside of him. "Most likely not... I mean, who's pretty face would I get to look at all day?"
I think a world record could have been beaten that day for "How Fast A Person Can Turn Red", and the winner would be George Davidson. His eyes grew wide, and he felt his face heat up almost instantly. This was the last thing he expected from the blond that day. Somehow, he became redder because of how red he was getting.
Clay, watching all of this, instantly started wheezing. From the sound of the youngers' laugh, George unwilling joined along.
"Oh god," Clays said, trying to calm himself down. "Hey dude I'm sorry but that was priceless."
"Your laugh was priceless." George chuckled.
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As the rest of the day passed, Clay couldn't stop thinking about George's reaction to what Dream said.
I mean... could he have feelings for me as I have for him???... I guess there is only one way to know...
George miraculously had the same idea, He is obviously into me!.... Right? I don't know how to be completely sure.. I guess its just a waiting game
