Secretly Yours - Wanda Maximoff x reader

Chapter 8: Saved

So I might have been exaggerating... I definitely couldn't survive a million questions. I was at the level of bored where you make up fake scenarios in your head; mine included placing a bomb in the basement of the building and blowing us all up. The silence of death was far more inviting than the level of pretentiousness these questions met. I mean honestly, do you really need to know if the beans used in the coffee machine are grown on the sun-lit peaks of the Himalayan mountains?

As Kate's shoulders sagged at the raise of another intern's hand, Sam intervened with the only acceptable query. "So when's lunch?"

I smirked at the unimpressed grimaces on the crowd's faces as ten heads whipped in our direction. It was like something out of a comedy show, Parks and Recreation or something. I'd never seen people so offended by a joke.

I just had to press them further.

"More importantly, is the food organic? I don't want my skin to break out. I just can't eat the same food as poor people, right Jamal? Absolutely loved your bean question, it was so relatable," I said, winking at the horrified intern who'd clearly never heard a sarcastic comment in his life.

Peter shifted nervously on my left, uncomfortable under the scrutiny of our new colleagues, but I only let out a short laugh. This job was competitive, a battle to win the coveted prize of a full-time job. The easier it was to get under everyone's skin, the more power I had, and that meant everything. I wasn't interested in making friends with them, and I knew they felt the same way.

Kate cleared her throat awkwardly, hiding a chuckle that almost slipped out. "You'd have to ask the chef, I'm not sure where the ingredients are sourced from. I do know that their pizza is the best thing you'll ever taste! One of my mates puts hot sauce on theirs and it's actually insane."

"I'll have to try it,"

"You might as well get a brownie while you're..."

Footsteps. High heels clacking against the marble floors—a confident stride that made my back straighten. It could only be one person.

"Miss Maximoff," Kate smiled sheepishly, all signs of self-assurance vanishing in seconds. Just the CEO's presence made other people shrink.

"Kate," she responded sharply, no trace of mercy in her voice. She stopped at Bishop's side, scrutinising the crowd in front of her with a frown. "What exactly have you been doing for the past hour? Other than ignoring my request of taking the new interns on a tour."

We were silent, but the rest of the office carried on, like they witnessed the wrath of Maximoff on a daily basis.

Kate physically recoiled from the woman with a gulp. "I was just answering some questions."

"About lunch?" Wanda raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow before continuing. "You better not disappoint me, Bishop. I trusted you enough to give you this position, don't make me regret it."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I promise I won't make you regret this."

I let out a sigh of relief, though my hopes of evading Maximoff's attacks vanished in seconds as she turned to us. "Never waste office time like this again. I won't be so lenient in the future, and you might find yourself searching for a new internship." Her eyes locked with Sam's, and I saw him shiver under her cold stare. "I expected more of you."

As good as it felt to finally not be the one she was chastising, I was still overwhelmed with how quickly the woman could switch up. As she made her way back to her office, I wondered if I'd ever be sure what she was really thinking. I was usually pretty good at reading people, but I honestly just couldn't tell with her. It was frustrating to have so little power with her around, I felt so small.

Fortunately for us, our lunch break was straight after the run in with Maximoff. It gave us a chance to de-stress before we started our first assignment, which I planned on acing.

Sam slammed his sandwich down on the table and sat on the bench next to me with a loud thud. "She's such a bitch!"

"Tell me about it," I grumbled. It was hard not to agree. Sure I was kind of starting to hate her a tiny bit less, but I couldn't deny the fact that she was a grade-A asshole most of the time.

Peter cleared his throat, capturing the blond and my attention.

"Pete?"

"It's... if you think about it she did kind of save us just then."

I blinked slowly before shaking my head and taking a bite of my pizza. Peter kicked my foot under the table, forcing me to look back up at him.

"Think about it!"

"I am!" I retorted loudly back at him.

Clearly he didn't believe me as he rolled his eyes–an action I thought would be foreign for the boy.

"Well, it got us out of listening to more stupid questions. And I'm sorry that she kind of singled you out there Sam, but I'm just grateful that awkward introduction phase is over. Now we get to actually start the fun stuff."

"If you call working on an unsolvable old case fun," Kate butted in, sliding onto the bench next to Peter.

"It must be a bit less boring for you at least," I said.

And there it was again, Kate's impressively dramatic eye roll and an Oscar worthy groan. "God, I'd take a telling off from Maximoff over answering more questions any day of the week."

We all nodded in agreement. As terrifying as the woman was, we had to admire her ability to command a room and strike terror in even the bravest of hearts. We all were susceptible to her power, even annoying, cocky interns.

Maybe Maximoff had sent help after all.