We'll Make It Work

Chapter One

"Good morning Miss Genevieve," I was greeted by a voice that I had heard everyday for almost two weeks. Thank God, he finlly remembered my name.

"Good morning, Mr. Darabont." I smiled and handed him his cup of black coffee. Mr. Darabont was the creator of The Walking Dead, and I was more than pleased to be the new secretary. In a way, I was a secretary to most of the cast, too, I guess. I planned interviews, got coffee, lunch, booked flights and hotel stays. I've gotten close with Emily Kinney and Mingus Reedus, too, mainly Mingus. If Emily wasn't on set she was working on her music.

"I won't need you today, but you're very welcome to stay if you want. Totally your decision. We're just gonna shoot some footage that we didn't get yet." He says taking a drink from his coffee and flashing me a smile.

"Of course I'll stay! I think I have some paperwork to finish anyways," A lie escapes my lips. "So, I'll be around if anyone needs me."  He smiled widely and made his was to his office, and and I did the same. I was startled by a blonde haired, hazel eyed, boy, whose smile seemed to grow wider as my body made an appearance. His eyes meet mine for a quick second before they roam my attire. "Can I help you?"

"Only if you let me fuck you on this desk. It would be an honor to know that you have people in here all day, everyday, touching this desk in the same spot I made you cum." He winks, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Mingus," I bring my hand up, motioning for him to stop. "Can we not? Thanks."  Rolling my eyes, I make my way to my chair and sit my coffee on my desk. "Anyways, Mr. Dar-"

"Frank?"

"You know what, never mind," I huff. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was hoping that my dear friend Genevieve would come over? There's a new movie out on Redbox and I wanna see it!" He pouts his lip and sniffles."Come on, G! I've been sitting here for like, an hour! heard Frank tell you that he didn't need you today, anyways!" I shake my head no, but he insists. "Please, Genevieve, please! My dad is home, but he's cool! Sometimes..!"

"Fine! Let me go tell Frank that I'm leaving. I'll meet you at your car," I sigh, shaking my head. "I really hate you." I say with a playful tone.

"I hate you too, G."

*

"This is my favorite song!" 
Mingus says in excitement and turning up the radio. He begins to sing and I can't help but laugh.

'When the days are cold,

And the cards all fold,

And the saints we see are all made of gold,

When your dreams all fail,

And the ones we hail,

Are the worst of all,

And the blood's run stale,'

"Sing with me, G!" 
I quickly give in and we blare the music through the car, singing at the top of our lungs.

'I want to hide the truth,

I want to shelter you,

But with the beast inside,