Dream, also known as Clay is the leader of the top mafia in the world but he's tired of running around to do silly little tasks my himself so he offers an interview on the newspaper for a possible assistant. But one incredibly cute boy catches Dream...
I brushed my hands through my blonde hair, exhausted from all the assassinations I had to do today. My energy level's gone down the drain..But then I remember I had so many fucking minor tasks to finish before the end of the day.
"Water the dumb plants bad planted, make dinner for myself and the team, inspect my agreement with the rival mafia. Ugh..Fuck it I really need an assistant." I grumbled to myself, only gripping my hair harder to embrace the pain. Hey wait..Why dont I just get one?
After a LONG series of phone calls and arrangements I had my position offer on The Daily Times ; A very popular newspaper here in Florida. I yawned as I got up from a rather large chair and walked into my living room.
As a mafia boss, I had my own team with their own special skills ; for example.. Bad (also known as Darryl) was our marketing man, he had his own sweet way with words and he was the one who would propose agreements or truces between us and other mafias.
Then there was Sapnap (also known as nick) He was like my right-hand man, he did every assassination with me and he was always there for me, even through the tough times. He was there.
Then our last few are Skeppy, Karl and Wilbur. Skeppy was bads helper, so if the mafia agreements turn violent with bad around Skeppy would be the one helping him wipe the others out. Karl and Wilbur were both assassins, But Karl was rather kind for a assassin.
The whole team stayed at my house. I was a little strict with all of them but I really did love them all and their company.
Today was the day...I absolutely NEED this job. I have to move out eventually and this job is surprisingly high-paying.
I walked into the large mansion, it didn't look like a normal workplace. More like a rich persons house! I brushed my brunette hair out of my face and I took a deep breath and strutted inside.
I was wearing a rather over-sized top that covered my body until my thighs. I thought it was cute, but not professional. I sighed as I saw a extremely tall man by the entrance who was about 6'3.
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I smiled at him, He was pretty attractive if it came down to it. "Hello, is your name George Davidson?" He smiled back with joyous expression painted all over him. I looked up at him as I replied with "Yes! And you happen to be my interviewer?"
"Close but no, I'm Wilbur! I'll assist you to the boss. Maybe we could be friends?" He grabbed my wrist leading me into a very wealthy living room. "Yes! I would love that." I grinned widely as I let him take control of my hand.
We ended up in a interviewing room which happened to also look like a office room. "Alright, he'll interview you! I'll see ya later." Wilbur smiled and left. On the seat was a man with a masculine figure and a small smiley-mask covering the upper half of his face. You could tell he was rather handsome. My face flushed the tiniest bit as the "boss" turned back to face me.
I was waiting for the last interview of the day. Some uneducated guy named George, he obviously wasn't getting the job as he was extremely under-qualified. I turned back in my chair to face him and what I saw changed my attitude. He was a smaller frame than me, he had a shit-eating grin plastered over his face. His brunette curls hanged lowly over his forehead. He had white minuscule goggles hanging on the top of his head as his eyes bored into mine.
"You are very pretty. I'm Dream by the way." I blurted out. I realize it wasn't very appropriate for this situation but I've been known by everybody to be quite straight-forward. His oblivious face quickly transitioned into a flustered expression as he took the sleeves of his hand to cover his face "I really don't know how to respond to that but thanks?.." He said awkwardly. "Don't worry about it. You look like someone who gets flustered easily." I smiled as I motioned him to sit down.
He sat down still red as he responded "How would you know that?". "If your going to be my assistant I'd rather you keep that pretty mouth of yours under wraps." I said as I took out a few interviewing documents.
He nodded awkwardly. "Anyway fill this out Mr. Davidson." I grumbled as I handed him the application form. He nodded again as he started filling it out. I couldn't help but stare at the minor details of the frail boy. His eyes glistened as he looked over the application, his rather small hands took the pen which could've slipped out from his soft grip.
I wouldn't mind having him as my assistant. God, I'm a fucking simp.
I could feel the taller mans glare all over me. My heart beating rapidly as my shaky finger wrote all over the application paper. Why am I so nervous...he probably treats all his boy toys like this. But I'm not his boy toy..just his assistant right?..
"I-I'm done." I muttered as I handed it to him. His hands gently stroked over mine as I handed it over to him. I wanted my hands to be there, embracing his forever. I eventually let go as he smirked, looking over my work. "Is it okay?.." I said under my breath, I wonder if he actually heard me.
"You can talk normally, Davidson. I don't bite." He leaned in and whispered to me. I felt shivers down my spine as he said that. I leaned away from him, feeling the pink tint caressing my face. "Did I get the job or not?!" I blurted in a rather rude tone. He gasped slightly at my newfound tone. "Control your attitude Davidson, and yes you did get the job. But I expect a better tone from you later on." He grumbles. I see the annoyed expression on his face so I say "I'm sorry.."
"Uh huh.. WILBUR!" He shouts. Wilbur appears out of nowhere and he walks into the room leaning on the door frame. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't attractive. "Show the boy around and tell him about our "events" on Friday nights." Dream smiled. Events?..It's Thursday so the "events" would be tomorrow?.. Holy shit what is it?..
"Of course, Come with me George." Wilbur grinned as he took my hand.
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SHOULD WILBUR HAVE ROMANTIC INTEREST IN GEORGE?? AND SHOULD GEORGE RETURN IT? BUT I SWEAR ENDGAME IS ALWAYS DNF unless....
