Mr. TWELVE Stories

- Push 2 -

I reached the main office after what seemed like forever, yet at the same time not long enough.

I approached the front desk, shaking like a crack addict going through withdrawal.

"H-hi I'm here t-to see M-M-Mr. Jacks-on...?" my voice cracked and died, causing me to squeak out his name an octave higher than normal.

Ah...damn it (Y/N)...pull it together!

The older secretary, with a big, blonde mass of hair that just screamed "80's reject", looked up from her computer screen, her eyes barely glazing over my form.

"Oh...yes. Mr. Jackson will see you in a minute...he's finishing up a personal call right now." she explained, her clear disinterest dripping with each word. "Why don't ya take a seat over there hun?" she directed towards some rather comfy looking arm chairs. I was more than happy to oblige; my legs felt like they were going to fall off.

Walking over to a green armchair, I instinctively held onto the edge of my uniform skirt before I unceremoniously plopped down on the chair.

As I sat there, I suddenly found myself pondering the words of the secretary.

He's finishing up a personal call right now.

What else could that mean...it's not like he was talking to his mom* or something.

Right then and there, I felt a part of me wither away and die; I found myself shaking my head at my wishful thinking.

Of course a man like him had a girlfriend...I mean just look at him!

He's kind, funny, great with kids (from what I know), and a total sweetheart who really cares about people.

And he'd never even look at someone like me.

However, I didn't have time to wallow in my suddenly depressing thoughts, 'cause all of a sudden I heard a loud booming voice echo from the other side of the door to his office.

"I'M READY FOR YOU NOW."

Holy shit...how did he know I was already here?
Slightly stunned I slowly got up and walked toward the door, my hands shaking as I turned the knob.

Lord, please don't let me pass out now.

Cause if there is even the slightest chance of him taking advantage of my young supple form...

I won't be awake to enjoy it.

The room was dim and quiet when I entered. The blinds on the windows were drawn and no lamps were turned on, leaving the room shrouded with a slight air of mystery.

His desk of red mahogany stood proud in the center of the surprisingly roomy office, and there, with his chair facing away from me where I stood, sat Mr. Jackson.

The silence was deafening, and I could feel my nerves beginning to take over once more.

"Um..." I heard myself begin, and I inwardly cringed at how childish my voice sounded to my own ears. "You called me sir?"

Silence.

Just outside the window, a tumbleweed went along its merry way.

"Uh...Mr. Jackson...?" I asked, a little louder.

What was with the silent treatment all of a sudden?

Was I in that much trouble?

Just what in the hell did I do?

However, I didn't have much time to ponder what I could have possibly done because at the moment he suddenly turned around in his chair, revealing himself to me.