Ring Ring!
This was the.. for fucks sake Harry couldn't keep count anymore how many times since he had sat in that god damned chair and became upper management that the phone had rang. The Fax machine was getting on his nerves with her constant insistence that he was doing an "Aaaaamazing job, sir!" . The young man wanted someone else to talk to, ANYONE besides this god, damned, FAX MACHINE!
"Sir? You have someone at the door." Harry looked at the fax machine with a glance and waved in the door's direction.
"Yeah, let them in..." Without looking at the door, he looked out the window next to his desk before looking ahead of him to the person in the chair. It was a sweet looking person, with calming eyes and a professional outfit, suited for an interview such as a job one. Harry could only seem to stare at them, fixated on just how... pretty? No... it was more than just that. He was just fixated on them in front of him. The only thing that snapped him out of the lovesick-like trance was a soft voice coming from the person sitting in front of him.
"Sir? Um... Mr.- Harry? That is your name, isn't it?" At the sound of the small chitter of nervous laughter, Harry sat up with his own nervousness following.
"Yes- Yes that's me. Alright so allow me to- oh, where did I put it..." Caught in the moment, the man had forgotten where he placed the clipboard he usually had, ready with the questions he needed for a job interview. "Sir, it's here! I have it for you." The sound of the fax machine's voice had scared the person in the chair of a moment, making them jump. "Right. Sorry about her, I'd forgotten to mention that this Fax machine is practically my secretary to this point. Now to the questions, shall we? I just need your name and what role you intend on filling for now."
"Right! How rude of me to not introduce myself. I'm (y/n) (l/n), I actually intend on filling your secretary role! When I first applied, they had said they needed to replace... well, her." Harry watched as (y/n) gestured toward the fax machine. "I already had an interview with the, well, higher management, and they said that I should introduce myself before they moved my desk in this office along with you, and replaced your old fax machine here!" Harry sighed in relief, the fact he wouldn't need to deal with that menace of a goddamned machine anymore and it being replaced by a real person? And a nice, charming one at that. He was in relief until a sharp voice cut into his thoughts with a "YOU CAN'T LET THEM DO THIS TO ME! FIRE THEM, FIRE THEM SIR, PLEASE!" He brushed this off at the sudden sound of the break bell going off.
"How about we take this outside? Away from this mess of a fax machine." The red man watched at (y/n) smiled in relief, getting up from their chair almost immediately.
"Yes please."
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(Author's Note -- Hey! So this is different, but at least because these are gonna be shorter I can, in theory, keep up with these! Remember to use the link for requests! I'm more than happy to take them, just no smut please! I can't write it, it's so bad lmfao. Buh~bye! -- Jamie<3)
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