" 𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑠. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑈𝑝. " || TEAMGAE/ EDDIE AND JUICY

2) "i really should've believed you when you said he was hot."

꧁ Eddie POV ꧂

i pray to whatever god there is out there, whoever it is, that i can get a half decent assistant. you wouldn't believe the people that come in here, looking for a job, who's only work experience is a starbucks!
i need someone that will just do as i say, understand what i say as soon as i say it, and leave me the fuck alone.
the only girl that has ever walked in here, looking for a real job, and not a one-night stand, is gabby. she's the one i trust with everything.
todays the interviews, and it's only 7 AM right now, yet there's already 3 women with their button-up shirts unbuttoned waiting for it to hit 7:30. why do people think you've got more of a damn chance of you show up early? stop trying so damn hard, get your ass back to bed!
luckily, though, i didn't say that. instead i just looked at them and nodded, one of them trying to shake my hand, but i ignored her.
"why are there people in my waiting room before 7:30..?" i mumbled to gabby from across her desk.
"i'm not sure, though they're all here for the interview."
i love how stupid she thinks i am.
i chuckled and took a ride on the second elevator to my office. per usual, it was cold, lonely, and really dark because of all the drawn blinds.
i took another look at my emails again, and it was even worse than before. i think i'm even more desperate than those women are.
the battery on my phone almost went out before gabby began to send the applicators up.
all of them said the same story, and it was obvious to me that i was going to be hearing a lot of the same things today.
why are women so damn boring??

꧁ Juicy POV ꧂

"i don't know why i let you talk me into this," i told josh and grant, both of them for some reason hyping me up.
"mully talked to this guy just yesterday, and he's so damn desperate. just tell him you like all the things he likes, and do not look him in the eyes," josh said seriously, as a warning.
"mully? who's that?" grant and i asked.
josh went silent.
"nobody you assholes, he's just the guy that works at my front desk. not like he's my best friend."
"yeah, only 'cause he's your boyfriend!" laughed grant, josh scoffing at him.
"you two are so gay," i remarked. i love being annoying to all of my friends.
"oh shit, i 'gotta go. see you," josh scrambled.
"tell your boyfriend-slash-front-desk-manager i said hi! i'd love to meet."
i chuckled at grant, realizing i was now pulling into the parking lot of "eddie's engineering." jesus, what a stupid name.
considering how tall that building is, though, i don't know if i should be making fun of the name.
as soon as i stepped out of the elevator that took me up to the front desk, i said no words, sitting down. it was so awkwardly quiet, and i couldn't believe i was the only guy there. i really should've believed josh and grant when they told me this guys hot as fuck.
one by one the lady sitting in the front desk called all the ladies in front of me, and i was pretty sure i was going to be last.
as two hours went by, i heard the front desk girl, gabby i think her name was, whisper something into her phone.
"yes, i know sir, but it's the last one. and he's male!"
holy shit, was she talking about me?
"o-okay, yes i'll be sure to tell him. goodbye."
"ahem," she coughed, presumably talking to me since i was the only one in the room.
"he is ready for you now. though i'm very sure he's exhausted and very bored right now, so i'll tell you what. just don't be like everyone else, and you'll have a chance."
"i..thank you, miss?" i hesitated.
at first, i didn't even want to go in the elevator that let to his office. but i couldn't back out now, i just have to be original, which clearly i'm good at.
the ding the elevator spewed out felt like a mockery as i shimmied my way out, gripping onto my suit i wore for some reason.
"have a seat.." he sighed out as soon as i opened the door. this guy looked pissed.
"résumé?" he asked, holding out his hand for it, not looking up from his computer.
i handed it to him before he snapped it out of my hands, throwing it on his desk.
"talk." he said, finally looking at me instead of his computer.
i stumbled on my words. "well, sir, my name is gaege gibson. i've got work experience in retail, specifically selling and sales, and i've.."
aw, shit. i'm losing him.
i quickly looked around the room, trying to figure out anything he liked. the only thing that echoed in my head was that word, original. also slim shady for some reason.
wait a minute, holy shit, that's it! one of the big paintings in his office wasn't an actual painting. it was the cover of eminem's album curtain call:the hits. jesus how stupid am i?
"i love eminem too!" i blurted out.
the guy's eyes widened, but then squinted taking a better look at me. jesus, way to be original.
"do you know machine gun kelly?" he asked, making me confused.
"yes! i feel like he was so immature for going after his daughter."
he ran his hand through his hair, chewing his lip deep in thought.
"you know what, since you're the last one, you're hired." immediately, he shot up from his chair, though not shaking my hand.
"i-..thank you, but like why?"
"do you want the job or not."
"how fast can i start? i can be here monday by 6."
"oh no," he said, a little smirk flaring his lips. "you will be starting tomorrow. since it is thursday, on friday you'll get your paycheck even though it's only one day. and you won't be here at 6, you'll be here at 5:30 sharp, with a coffee and donut waiting for me or you're fired. got it?"
"of course, sir."