Time for work (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: Secretary

Brent Daugherty as Soss
Soss
It was a normal boring morning like always. Waking up in my office with an empty bottle of vodka and a killer hangover to start the day. Like always I would quickly rush to my built-in bathroom and throw up the alcohol in my system and then proceed to brush me teeth and drink three glasses of orange juice afterwards.

Yes.

You read that right.

Orange juice after brushing my teeth. I'm a badass like that.

Everything was going well, the same depressing thoughts like always, the same scowl on my face no matter what time of the day it was. I glanced at the mirror, taking in my disheveled appearance. My green eyes looked lifeless and cold, my mouth set in a straight line and veins bulging out of my neck. Yup. Ready for work. I quickly gelled up my hair, wiping the sticky substance on my pyjama pants. Quickly slipping in a suit, I pressed on a buzzer next to my desk, signalling the cleaning lady to organise my office while I go down to the lobby to tell France to stop flirting with the younger men in the building. I got way too many complaints about that.

I entered the elevator, my patience thinning as I descended from the twenty first floor straight down to floor 1, growling at the extremely annoying elevator music I sadly knew by heart. As the doors opened with a loud bell sound tugged on my collar and stepped into the lobby, suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of air fresheners and making it really difficult not to sneeze. My head was pounding to the point of painful but thinking about it only made it worse so I just ignored the throbbing and focused on the task at hand. Walking casually but with my head held high, I made my way towards France, ignoring the looks of women and men as I passed. A relationship is the last thing on my list right now, and considering how long my list is, I've got a long time to wait.

As I got nearer to the desk, I noticed that she was talking to a young kid. God, is she flirting? She is hopeless. A smirk
found its way across my face as I purposely stopped right behind the boy, watching as France quickly checked her makeup and enjoying the way the small frame of the boy froze as if sensing my presence.

"Well hello there", I asked playfully, noticing the kid shiver as I spoke, " I haven't seen you here before" I added.

As he turned around and stared at my name tag I expected him to look at me with wide eyes and go skipping away to the nearest playground, but looking as his blue eyes twinkled in amusement, I did not expect him to full on laugh. I frowned as he continued, repeating my name over and over and just laughing harder than before. After a while I couldn't help but grin a little.

My name is funny.

Just a little.

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Parker

I felt bad for laughing but I really couldn't help it. Soss! What kind of name is that! After my rather embarrassing laughing fit, I glanced up expecting to see an old man but clearly surprised when I met the vivid green eyes of a man who appeared only a few years older than me. A pretty young manager to be honest, but hey, he might understand my situation! Giving him a quick once-over I could see why the bitter blonde lady behind me freaked the hell out when he came sauntering over. I have to admit, he's easy on the eyes.

Frowning, I quickly shook my head at my weird thought and relaxed my face muscles into a, what I hoped was, casual smile. Mr. Soss looked down at me with a perfectly-shaped eyebrow raised high and I gulped a few times avoiding his gaze. Holy Kebabs he was intimidating! I cleared my throat and gave him a quick smile.

"Well, hello...sorry about that earlier. I was talking to this miss here wondering if there were any job offers available here. See, I need money since my mum is gone and my dad left me alone with nothing so I was, uh, kind of wondering if I could do some thing. I could clean stuff and wash stuff and do anything really just as long as I'm paid with money. I promise to do my best, even if it's cleaning toilets but if there's vomit or shit in there I'd preferably not clean since I get easily disgusted and would probably projectile vomit Pitch Perfect style all over the floor so yeah. I can repair computers and I mean if you want, I don't mind dressing up in a chicken suit and pointing people towards this building even though I have no idea what you guys do as a living. I probably shouldn't have said that so I'll go right n-"

"Sure", the manager quickly said looking relieved that it made me stop ranting like an idiot. " I guess you could be my secretary since I fired mine a few days ago for watching porn on her computer".

"Really?", I squeaked rather loudly in a very...uh manly way. "Omy flying nyan cat! Thankyou so much! When do I start?"

Soss huffed loudly, pondering for a few seconds. He looked at me and then grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the elevator.

"Now", he quietly said. "Now go to floor 21 and wait for me there, I have to make sure France doesn't get in anybody's pants".

Before I could mutter a word, he swiftly walked towards the receptionist France and left me bewildered as hell as the doors of the elevator closed slowly.

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