A Team M.C.

Welcome To The Office

A/N: I am so sorry it's been so long since the last update! Just a warning, this chapter sucks but it's also a filler. Next chapter will contain a few changes so just stick with me please! Comment/vote/follow! Xx
Blair's POV
"I should have just moved to Canada." I joked with Mikey.
"Are you kidding? You've complained at least three times about being cold and you haven't even finished breakfast, imagine being in Canada." He mocked.
"Whatever, jerk." I rolled my eyes and stabbed a small piece of the waffle.
"Easy there killer." He laughed before being cut off by a familiar ringtone.
I set down my fork and watched carefully as he struggled to pull my phone out of his back pocket and look at the screen with wide eyes.
"Mikey-" I started to question.
"It's Mark." He said.
I could practically feel my heart drop to my stomach. My eyes stayed intently trained on the phone as if I could make it stop ringing and make the person on the other line go away just by looking at it hard enough. Finally it stopped ringing and Mikey and I both visibly relaxed.
"Okay, if this rings again, which I presume it will, you need to say that you are sick and there is no way you can come in this week. Tell him a doctors note will be faxed to the office and make it sound like you're actually sick. If he doesn't budge for that hang up and shut the phone off immediately, okay?" He instructed and, as if on cue, the phone sang out once more. "You've got this."
I nodded and cleared my throat before sliding the lock screen open to accept.
I sniffled before finally answering. "Hello?" I spoke quietly.
"Blair! Where the hell are you? Two hours late! Don't you dare blame traffic!" Mark yelled from the other line.
"Well-" I started before Mikey waved his hand in my face to get my attention.
"Speaker." He mouth.
Quickly putting it on speaker and setting it down, I opened my mouth and prepared a story. "Yeah I know, I just got back from the doctors. The guy I was with last night got me wicked sick, said I can't work for the rest of the week." I lied.
Mark sighed on the other end before taking a deep breath. "You're contagious then?"
"Yeah." I mumbled before forcing a hard cough.
"Damn it. Alright fine. I can't have you getting everyone else sick as well so I guess you're done for the week but don't expect to get paid while you're off!" He angrily stated.
I was about to argue but then looked up to Michael only to see him shake his head.
"Fine. I'll have the doctor fax the note over." I told him.
"Sure. You're back in five days, understood?" He spoke sternly.
"Yes sir." I nodded even though he couldn't see me.
"Alright well, go take care of yourself." He said in a defeated tone.
"I will." I said and waited for him to end the call.
I sat there and stared at the phone for a while in utter disbelieve. Six years, the club has been open for six years and never once has Mark allowed an employee to take time off due to sickness.
"That was-not normal." I spoke.
Mikey simply shrugged while standing up and picking up our empty plates to be set in the dishwasher. "Just go with it."
"Yeah, but that's weird. He has to know something, Mikey." I whined.
"Babe-" he said turning around to face me. "If he does, he does and we will find out later. We aren't going to just sit here and wait for him to make the first move. I need you to trust me through this Blair." He said sternly.
"I do, Michael." I said warily.
I watched as a small smile took over his face before he nodded. "Good. Now, go do whatever you need to do before we leave." He said causing me to question.
"What? Where are we going?" I asked as I stood up.
"To the office." He smiled.
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Forty minutes and a very long and detailed talked from Mikey later, we finally arrived to what he called the office but to me it just looked like a massive three story warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
"This is the office?" I asked after he had opened the door for me.
"Well the offices are upstairs but what we need is downstairs." He smirked as he held his hand out for me.
Hesitantly, I took his extended hand and began walking towards the tall building. I couldn't help but feel intimidated by all of the big guys in black suits holding guns tightly by their right sides. I wrapped my other arm around Mikey's while still holding his hand tightly.
"Easy babe. They don't bite," He laughed lightly before nodding at the guard by the door. "Well, unless you're a threat, then they bite pretty damn hard."
My eyes widened for a minutes while looking up to Mikey. He was completely serious, which I suppose was a good thing. Knowing that there was no way an intruder could get in this building made me relax slightly. What put me on edge was the fact that I was used to being surrounded by guys like this, the only difference was instead of protecting me they were threatening me.
"Have a good day, Mr. Clifford." The guard nodded to him, but didn't dare to take a glance at me, before opening the big glass doors for us.
Mikey gave the guard a nod before pushing on my lower back to force me to walk in.
My jaw dropped as soon as the blast of cool air hit me. The entrance to the building was a huge circular room with marble floors. The walls were painted a dark maroon color with white accents along the trim. In the middle of the room was a giant white circular couch and another hundred feet back was a magnificent mahogany receptions desk.
"Wow." I spoke in utter amazement as people rush past us and to the elevators that that were located on the right side of the lobby or to the bathrooms located on the left.
"Come on. I'll show you around later but we need to go or we will be late." He spoke as he gave my hand a tug.
Mikey had to practically drag me as I continued to walk slowly so I could take in every little intricate detail there was to be seen.
"Even the elevator is amazing." I gaped while looking at the white and mahogany elevator.
He laughed at me before pressing the 'ground' button and humming.
"You really should get some music going on in here." I scolded.
"You want that elevator shit playing?" Mikey asked with a raised eyebrow.
I laughed before shaking my head. "I was thinking like Fall Out Boy, actually."
"Hmm." He nodded as he studied my face.
"What? A girl can't like Fall Out Boy?" I laughed.
"No it's great. Just didn't picture you as the type." He laughed before the elevator let out a loud ding signaling we had arrived. "After you." Mikey said giving me a light push out the door.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator I once again let my jaw drop as Mikey came to stand beside me.
"Welcome to the salon."

A/N: here are the links to what the salon looks like (but bigger).
http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aang_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-kerastase-us-Site/Sites-kerastase-us-Library/default/dw1ed68e69/salon/salonLocatorTopRightImg.jpg