50 shades of Pickles

Ch.1

Before we met I was nothing. My internship was designed to be just that; an internship. I'd never actually intended to end up sleeping with the most famous drummer in history.
      I was taken under Charles Offdensen's observation for training. He was good friends with my father and I was supposed to be well on my way into a sturdy position as a financial advisor.
      If it wasn't for Pickles. Because of him, I lost everything and gained even more. I couldn't have wished for a better ending. But every ending has a beginning, which is where I should probably start.

My father was a very important business man. His pride came in his work, and then it came with me. But not me necessarily, but what I could be in the businesses world. I was constructed by a set of strict rules that would lead to my success and good fortune. The business of business was all I ever knew. I didn't grow up with barbies or pigtails in my hair. It was always pencil skirts and a professional appearance. "You must represent this family well. It's your duty."
Those words were probably implanted in my head before I could properly understand them.
Though he intended well, it took a toll on me. My dreams of becoming a surgeon or a teacher were shot down at the signs of slightest interest. I was to become my father, in a sense. Take over his business and uphold the family honor. My destiny was set in stone.

When I turned 18 it was finalized. I was set off into the real world of business under the supervision of Charles and the legendary band, Dethklok. 
I remember the night before my plane was to arrive quite vividly. My father had told me if I wasn't to obtain a position, I wasn't allowed back home. Hearing this frightened me, which I suppose was the intended effect. I stayed up all night clutching my pillow in fear.

When I arrived at Mordhaus I was greeted by Charles. He shook my hand firmly and directed me towards Dethklok for a formal introduction. Walking down the gothic interior of their home was when I saw him for the first time. I was met by a group of five men, the blonde, Skwisgaar Swigelf, Nathan Explosion,Toki Wartooth, William Murderface, and then the man that would change my life forever, Pickles the Drummer.
I was instantly intrigued with all of them. They were an interesting contrast from the sheltered, formal lifestyle I was so accustomed to.  They all had something unique about them, whether it be an accent or a style, but Pickles was the more abstract of the group, or at least to me. His dreads and facial piercings were so... unusual.
His smile and beautiful eyes held my attention. I snapped myself out of whatever daze I was in as Charles introduced me to them. 
"Boys, this is is my apprentice. She'll be staying here helping me with our work and hopefully by the end of the year, be a member of our P.R. Please try to get along and don't do anything stupid." Charles spoke.
I swept a stray wisp of my blonde hair out of my face.
"Nice to meet you all. It will be a pleasure to work with you all, I'm sure.." I spoke with faltering confidence. If only my father could see me now. My failure to meet his expectations were always the center of ridicule.

"Very good. Now, if you'll follow me, one of the Klokateers is ready to direct you to your sleeping quarters. Dinner is at 6. We all expect to see you there." Charles interjected with a slight nod.

I turned followed the Klokateer up the stairs. Unbeknownst to myself, my entire life was about to change.