Justin Bieber Imagines

Secretary (Justin Bieber Imagine)

I knocked on the door cautiously, not wanting to disturb Mr. Bieber too much. "What?" I heard a tired, annoyed voice on the other side of the door. I opened the door slowly and I saw him at his desk, looking over papers, his head in his hands. "I printed out the information that you asked for." He grunted in response, snatching the paper from me. I looked at my watch. "And you have that meeting in fifteen minutes." He grunted again, not looking up from his work. I watched him as he wrote notes down. His writing was scribbled across the page, and his eyes looked like they were drooping. I sighed. He always did this. He always stayed behind after everyone had gone home and kept working until almost two in the morning. Plus, he had to come into work at eight in the morning.

"Mr. Bieber? Did you not get enough sleep last night...again?" He glared at me. "Is that a problem?" I backed away from his intense stare. "Um, not for me...but it is bad for YOUR health." He scoffed, going back to his work. "Sleep is for the weak." I shook my head, walking back to the door. I looked back at him hard at work. "Don't forget about the meeting." I said one last time, before leaving and closing the door behind me.

One of my co-workers, who also happens to be my best friend, walked up to me. "Hey, what's with that face?" I looked back at my boss' door. She followed my gaze and a smirk appeared on her face. "Oh, are you concerned for a certain someone?" She said in a sing song voice. I blushed and quickly looked back at her. "No!" She giggled and put an arm around my shoulder. "Oh please. I think the whole office knows that you have a thing for him." She said, nodding her head toward Mr. Bieber's door. My eyes went wide. "R-really?" I stuttered, confused. She looked at me like I had four heads. "Uh, have you ever noticed how you act around him? Always wanting to ask if he needed anything, caring for him and what not." "That's because I'm his secretary!" She shook her head, patting my back. "You need to control your emotions, my dear." I looked away, pouting.

"It's only a matter of time before he himself finds out...and I think you know what happens after that. Besides, he's like the hottest person on earth and every girl is after him. You have some competition." I squinted my eyes at her. "Are you saying I don't have a chance?" "No, I'm just saying. Men are animals. You like him for him, not just his looks. But not the same goes for the other women. They'll probably just try to seduce him." "Wait, now you're saying I should seduce him?" She did a face palm. "For someone who graduated top of her class in college, you're clueless at this kind of thing, aren't you?" She groaned in frustration. "All I'm saying is that if you find out that he's screwing someone, I don't want you to be hurt..." She pointed a finger at me, "I know you." I swatted her finger away and looked down, thinking. My best friend looked at the clock. "Well, my day is done. Are you sure you don't want to come tonight?" A group of my co-workers were going out tonight to the bar to celebrate an accomplishment.

"I already told you. I have a lot of work to make up from when Mr. Bieber sent me on that trip to California."

"Oh yea, I'm still jealous of you for that." I laughed. "Whatever, I'll see you later." I nodded and watched her walk away. I went over to my desk and looked back into Mr. Bieber's office through the glass wall. He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. He stopped moving and turned to look in my direction. "Shit!" I whispered, ducking down. I pretended I was grabbing my bag from under my desk.

"Oi." I jumped in surprise, hitting my head on the under side of the desk. I grabbed my head, letting out a little squeak. I quickly got up and looked behind me, meeting Mr. Bieber's hazel eyes. They had an amused look in them. I froze, embarrassed. He walked up to me and looked down at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded, even though my head was throbbing. He chuckled and shook his head. "You're clumsy." He said, as if it was the most certain thing in the world. I pouted. "No, I was just surprised."