"So when you kissed me it was casual? When you held me with the lightest touch, it was casual? When you looked at me that way, it was just casual, (Y/N)?"
Hermione Granger, a young artist in her senior year of highschool finds her muse, who also jus...
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"Woah. (Y/N)'s all over social media." informed Ginny, who was on Hermione's bed, scrolling through her phone as the artist cleaned her study table.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," read Ginny. "Snobby and arrogant 18-year old CEO of the (Y/L/N) Corporations fires 14 personal assistants in a span of five days. Employees have confirmed that they saw nearly all of them bawl as they walked out of the CEO's office."
"The Press doesn't hesitate to ask Miss (Y/L/N) about this matter. In which she answers; So? If you can't even do your own part properly, how can you possibly assist me? There's no place for lousy work or incompetence in this building. End quote."
"The ex-personal assistants have greatly described Miss (Y/L/N) as harsh and cold— blimey, it's a bit much huh?" Ginny frowns as she reads more.
Hermione sighs and brings two fingers to her forehead. "(Y/N) has always been serious about work, though she doesn't like it much. She just wants to live up to the family name. She's not arrogant nor harsh— that's just her silently begging for help." she frowns.
"They just don't get her." Hermione shrugs with a shake of her head. And suddenly, the ginger gasps and her face lights up. "Why do I feel like you're about to say something really stupid?" the brunette looks terrified.
"But you do, Hermione!" Ginny squeals like a child and is basically kicking her feet in excitement. "Plus, you're really great at paperwork. You got everything she needs! Motivation, no problem, just have your desk on front of her so whenever she feels like dozing off you can just show off your cleava—"
"You. Are. Ridiculous."
"Come on, you want to help (Y/N) out, don't you lover girl?"
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"I can give you my number straight away—"
"I'm not hiring you. Don't bother. Next." (Y/N) lets out an exasperated groan and slams her head on her desk. She keeps her head there and muffles a string of curses as the terrified girl leaves the office.
"Just read me your resume." (Y/N) grumbles, not bothering to lift her head off her desk.
"Hermione Granger—"
(Y/N) can't help but snort. She must've gone mental from the amount of people she interviewed today. She lifts her head and snickers, her head's playing games with her and—
And she locks eyes with familiar sweet honey-brown ones. Hermione's very much present. And God, curse her tiny pencil skirt and her top that fitted just perfectly.
"Hermione— What are you doing here?"
(Y/N) is genuinely so fucking confused. "Applying. What does it look like?" Hermione rolls her eyes, pointing out the obvious.
(Y/N) pauses before her lips tug up to a grin. Everyone else that applied just acted like pussies— but Hermione's never been afraid of speaking back to (Y/N). She's so fiesty for a 5'4 ft woman, the jock doesn't know where she stores all of it in but she knows one thing for sure, it's outrageously attractive.
"Do you know what you're applying for, Granger?" (Y/N) would never take it easy on Hermione, especially when she knows that the brunette just loved proving her worth and value.
"I'm highly aware." Hermione shrugged, seemingly unbothered. "I'm doing this for you. I don't even need you to pay me, you know."
"So you're here to babysit me?" (Y/N) questioned with furrowed eyebrows, getting a tad bit annoyed.
The brunette shakes her head. "No. Though I would like to take care of you every once in a while. Because you don't anymore." she replied with arms crossed over her chest.
(Y/N) squints her eyes at the brunette, calculating her options.
Hermione holds up her hands. "I promise, Miss (Y/L/N), that our relationship will remain strictly professional." she teases with a soft smile.
And to (Y/N), Hermione's like a shot of espresso. Because suddenly she's awake and alive, she regains a bit of her energy, even enough to genuinely smile.
"You'll be working every Saturday and Tuesday at four in the afternoon till ten. You are not to be late."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, captain." Hermione snickers and turns to exit the office. She gives the jock one last smile before she leaves.
(Y/N) looked at her male assistant who's by the door. He looks terrified.
"Triple her salary starting tomorrow." she demanded. "And if anyone in this building pesters her, fire them on the spot."
The young CEO hums a tune with a smile as she exits her office. Her employees can't tell if they should be glad or horrified.
