𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇☆ - Gᴇɴᴛʟᴇ Yᴀɴ! Bᴏss/CEO x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

★𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 7★

(Time skip to 10 years later)

You hummed happily, putting your lunch for the day into your bag. Your hair was tied up into a bun with a pink bow. You'd never get bored of pink. You wore your uniform for one of the last days in your school years.

You were a senior at your college, only having to wait a few more weeks until you and hopefully the rest of the class could graduate.

As you finished packing, you looked into the mirror and gave yourself a big smile. "Good luck today!" You quietly murmured to yourself, plugged your earphones into your phone and exited your house.

You were still living in Manchester, though you'd hoped to start your adult life in London. You've already picked an apartment that wasn't directly in the city, but a few train stops should do the trick.

You've managed to buy it with your own money that you earned by countless nightshifts bartending, though a portion of the price was paid by your parents, and Cindy. They said it was a gift for making it through college.

Your situation from a decade ago was healed by the comfort of things you already knew. You were quiet and isolated for several months, though your friends at school, your family and especially Cindy helped you get through it with ease.

You'd accepted that Asterios was gone, but you refused to believe that he was dead. Call it intuition, or maybe even a 6th sense.

You proceeded to work with your problems and feelings by baking them away. Quite an interesting version of therapy, but it was a yummy one.

Your classmates would get treats pretty much every single week, and by now, you'd memorized everybody's allergies, likes and dislikes. Your love for baking treats has mended the class into one big, loud family.

Sure, there were a few people who simply didn't like you, and that was okay. Not everyone is going to love you, and not everyone is going to hate you. That's just the way life works. And you were fine with it.

For example, there was this girl, Emma, who always felt that she had to compare herself to you to strengthen her own ego. She was passive aggressive, quite rude and impolite, yet people stuck to her because... You actually didn't know the reason why.

You tried to avoid her, usually hanging out with your own group of trusted, adopted friends, but she seemed to stick around you like glue.

You didn't understand what her obsession with being better than you was, but if hating you helped Emma with her self-esteem, you were happy to help.

She gave subtle hints that she was more than just a girl selling her body, but... She always shut everyone who tried to get too close, out.

You skipped down the metro station staircase, bopping your head up and down to the rhythm of the song. You punched in your pass ticket, and walked down to the waiting area.

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Asterios looked down at the load of paperwork he had to get through before lunch. Being the successor of his father wasn't the best thing in the world, but it secured him financially for approximately another 10 billion years. However, the ridiculous amount of papers has started to weigh on his mind.

He hated asking for help, it was a weakness, and he tried to do everything by himself. Though, he had to admit, an assistant would have been a nice addition to the office. He pressed a few buttons on the office phone, and held the retro style telephone up to his ear. After a few seconds of beeping, a slightly tired voice answered, "Yes, sir?"

"Put me through with John. Tell him to find an assistant, but make sure to give me the new employees' files beforehand." He said, and instantly ended the call.