Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Terminated Employment

"So we can basically say that Y/N is famous" Clare announces in the office.
You turn round on your chair.

"What do you mean?"
She shows you her phone.

"Oh yeah." You blush.

"why didn't you tell us you were going to a premier with Benedict Cumberbatch?!"
You shrug.

"It's no big deal." You say casually, picking your mug up from the desk.

"No big deal? He's like the biggest star going!"

"He's my best friend." You say casually , taking a sip from your drink.

"How can you Just be friends with him? He's gorgeous and the most famous guy around"

"Because it's not like that between me and Ben. We're friends and that's it."

"You need to get us autographs!" Jackie calls from the other desk.

"I'm not going to be doing that. Sorry" You take a sip of your drink and sigh.

"Miss Y/S/N"
You look up and widen my eyes.

"Yes Mr Allen?"

"Can i see you in my office?"
You nod and place your mug on the desk.
//
"Take a seat Y/N" he says coldly, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.

"Am I in some sort of trouble-"

"My daughter was on Twitter this morning-"
You sigh  and cross your arms.

"She showed me a photo of her favourite celebrity Benedict Cumberbatch at a movie premier. She was gutted to see him with a female on his arm. I reassured her that it wouldn't last, as most dads would and then she continues to show me the image of this girl. And I think to myself 'she looks familiar' and then i realise it's my own employee" He leans on his desk in front of you, facing you.

"Sorry sir. I don't understand what the problem is?"

"There is no problem" he replies

"Then why-"

"I just didn't know you were romantically involved with such a famous face."

"We're not romantically involved" You interrupt.

"Are you aware of your job miss Y/S/N?"

"Yes sir?"
He leans closer to you, waiting for you to continue.

"I'm an investigating journalist." You almost whisper.

"What does that job mean?"

"It means...-it means I write blogs about the most popular celebrities."

"Which includes?"
You look at him and swallow the lump in your throat.

"Benedict Cumberbatch"
He nods and passes you a pen and paper.

"Sir?" You hold the pen and paper In your hand.

"I want a full report by next Tuesday please."
He gets up and walks over to his desk and begins typing on the computer.

"Sir I can't do this. He's my best friend. You can't expect me to-"

"It's your job miss Y/S/N. I'm afraid if you have a problem with it, I'll have no choice but to let you go."