Y/n is a quiet, timid girl who finally managed to secure herself a job at a high end company after struggling to maintain a job. So its a shame when she wake up and realize she's in fact late, and on her first day on the job? Has Y/n not been warned...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈𝐈
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ʚ─ 𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 breath hitched in her throat, almost causing her to choke when she heard the voice speak to her from inside the office. She let out a shakey, nervous sigh to try and calm down her nerves before she would walk into office.
"I'll have you know, I don't like to be kept waiting, Miss L/n."
She exhaled again before walking in, hearing him talk again..it felt like he was forcing her hand. Slowly, Y/n pushed open the door and made her way into the office. Walking through the doorway, Y/ns senses were met with a new smell. She was sure there was a faint scent of lavender wafting through the air.
Trying to ignore the pretty smell, Y/n glaced around the office. Her sight jumping from surface to surface, everything looked so clean. It was even more tidy than the whole building all together. Y/ns gaze continued to dart around the room, though her sight seeing was then cut short by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Y/n snapped around in surprise, when she did she saw a man sitting at a desk.
'Had he been there that whole time..?' she thought.
The man had hair as white as snow, it shined like it too. Like snowflakes being hit by the early morning sun, it was glistening. His milky skin didnt seem to have a single flaw, his lips tinted with a light peachy pink. He wore a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pair of navy blue dress pants. The shirt was a bit snug on some parts of his body, like his chest or his arms. Though Y/n tried not to stare too much, she hadn't realized that she had been staring at him without so much as saying a word.
"Miss L/n, your attention please."
He spoke once more, snapping his fingers near his face. Y/n blinked a couple of times, feeling her eyes burn a bit from her staring. Once she focused on the man in front of her, (without eating him up with her eyes), he stood up from his chair. Y/n felt her heart jump in awe as he stood up and towered over her effortlessly. Y/n had to back up a few steps to look him in the face without straining her neck. She took notice that he also wore sunglasses. Inside? A bit odd? But it didnt drive from the fact that Y/n could tell that he was staring right at her.
