Pie Charts, Coffee, and a Sexy Assistant (A Marcel and Veronica Fanfic)

A Particular Distraction

Chapter 2

Marcel's POV

I've been sat at this desk for five hours already. Five hours of non-stop work. I crack my neck, to relieve some of the tension that's been there from looking down at all my paper work. I take in a deep breath and let it out. I really need to figure out a way to reel in 'Brody's Surf Shop', apparently they are a very profitable surf shop in California that wants to begin having television ads.

That's where I come in, I'm the marketing guy here at Jonny & Harvey Enterprise, this company's clientele varies, we range from work in movies, music videos, commercials, billboards, yellow pages, anything that involves advertising. I just come up with the ideas, while Jonny and Harvey (the big bosses) take all the credit. I know it's a jacked up system, but hey, it's my dream job and I don't plan on letting it go. Lately it just seems like I haven't been getting as much work done, and apparently my bosses are starting to notice, since my ideas are, and I quote: "even crappier than usual". I've just been so distracted, and let's just say that distraction began working here about a month ago.

Speaking of a particular distraction, I look up and see her sitting behind a glass desk, contently typing away on a sleek, modern computer. I take a moment to appreciate her delicate nature. The way her dark brown hair flows down to her lower back, the way her golden-brown eyes shift across the computer screen as she types, her perfectly manicured nails, her flawless tan skin, and who could forget her angelic face? The face that just captured my heart when she first strutted into this office, as if it was a runway.

She knew she was beautiful beyond compare, she knew she had all the guys in this office lusting for her, every last one of the male population in this very office was wrapped around her manicured finger, and she knew it, every female envied her, and she loved it. She just didn't care. She didn't care about what the women would say behind her back, the harsh names they would call her. She didn't care about the fantasies that the men would have the night prior, only to then whisper it to their colleagues. She wasn't the least bit insecure and you could see it just by the way she walked with such confidence, nothing could interfere with her.

All these qualities are what made my heart race whenever I set my gaze upon her. She was, for lack of a better word, magnificent. I had never actually talked to her, well besides this morning. I mean, imagine my shock when she said my name, I had to keep my jaw from dropping. Her voice this morning had me starstruck, as if she was a celebrity. Her voice was just absolute perfection, better than I have ever imagined. I've only heard her voice as she talked to other people, but never had she ever confronted me.

The thought of her actually talking to me again had me giddy inside, but the likelihood of her even sparing a glance towards me was next to impossible. That last thought made me shrink back with insecurity, she'd never even talk to me again, she had probably already forgotten my name. These painful thoughts pulled me right back to reality and I realized that I had been staring at her for far too long, and I think she noticed too. For when I had snapped back into reality, Veronica was giving me a funny look. I quickly looked away, I was just dying from embarrassment, she probably thinks I'm a huge creep now.

Then, I heard the click-clack of heels, they sounded like they were near. I didn't dare look up, I didn't want Veronica to think I was creeping on her again. I stayed with my head hung low, pretending to be very interested in my work. I heard the heels stop right in front of me, the female then tapped on my desk. I looked up sheepishly and standing right in front of my desk was none other than Veronica.