Office Mayhem (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Hi Guys.

Sorry I haven’t updated for a while.

I’m rather busy.

Anyways, here is the first Chapter. I hope you’ll like it.

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“Come on, Will, get a move on! The plane was due fifteen minutes ago.” Julie Somerville gave her assistant a distraught look over the top of her computer.

“Don’t panic, it’ll only take me twenty minutes to get out there. They won’t even have got through Customs. You know how notorious JFK airport is at processing jumbos,” Will Carter replied calmly from the opposite desk.

He hated being rushed. To rush was to risk being unprepared and in his job, that was equivalent to a crime. As editorial assistant on the monthly fashion magazine Style & Stains, he was constantly meeting new people- writers, models, advertising executives- and all expected him to know instantly what they wanted and why, and what Will was supposed to be doing about it. Usually he did, thanks to the overstuffed green filing cabinet squatting within arm’s reach of his chair.

“Don’t say ‘don’t panic’ in that annoying way, I think I’ve earned a good panic!” Julie declared. “While you’ve been lolling about the city’s beaches for three weeks, I’ve been working at shriek pitch. Not only running this mad-house, but also trying to fend off the rumors that Wilde Publications has bought us out with the aim of rationalizing their American operations . . . by dumping our magazine.”

“Well, from today you’ll be able to let them do the fending,” Will soothed.

“If they don’t spend their whole visit stranded at the airport, yes.” Julie jabbed viciously at the keys of her machine. “I have everything nicely planned on for Thursday. This is going to ruin my timetable completely. I nearly had a nervous breakdown when Janey brought in that report first thing this morning. Damn!” the dark blonde head bent as Julie backspaced and deleted out an error in her copy.

Will grinned. Julie’s nerves were an in-house joke, never in danger of being bent, let alone broken. She loved it when things went awry and she was called on to extract order from chaos, completely confident of her abilities. She was a good journalist and an excellent editor; ambitious, hard-headed, yet possessed all the elegant femininity expected of a woman who edited a fashion magazine.

“Stop grinning and start moving.” Julie looked up again as she heard the rumble of a filing cabinet drawer. “What are you up to now?”