Damian and Mar'i Demonfire

The Office (Part 1)

Sadly, this isn't about the show The Office (which I love). Anyways, this story idea was originally conceived by JuliannaLee3 in her Demonfire prompt ideas book. So, credit of this story goes to her account as well!

Despite being a part of the Wayne family, I've never really been to Wayne Enterprises before.  It's not that Dad or anyone else forbade me from going.  In fact, Grandpa has stated before that he'll make allowances for family.  I just never really had a reason to go.

Damian requested for me to personally come over this afternoon. I didn't know why. Although a small part of myself hoped for it, I sincerely doubted that he wanted me for his personal indulgence. Just like Grandpa, he has this really strict code about separating work from personal lives. Both business work, and street work.

Usually, I don't mind it, but sometimes this code will occasionally irritate me. Especially, when Damian refuses to stop working at his apartment while I'm there.

Damian had said to come in formal attire. My heels clack against the lobby's marble floor as I make my way to the receptionist. After some instructions are given, I'm in a private elevator, shooting up to the 49th floor. Damian's office.

Suddenly, the elevator stops early. The doors open up to the 37th floor. A pretty, brunette woman about Damian's age enters. Her focus is directed towards shuffling through the paperwork in her arms. Neither of us acknowledge each other as the elevator continues it's way up. It's just that unspoken status quo about elevator rides. No one really talks to each other.

The doors finally opening offers a welcome end to the awkward silence. The brunette briskly sets off in another direction, while I head straight towards the door with a plaque labeled Damian Wayne.

I assume that Damian had already seen me through his tinted, one-way window, because he's already standing in the open doorway before I get the chance to knock.

"Ms. Grayson, please, come in." Secretly, I'm amused at his formal business tone towards me. He's never called me "Ms. Grayson" before. It's rather funny as his girlfriend, hearing him speak like this.

He closes the door behind me, like a gentleman.  Once it's shut, he catches me in a brief kiss, and then rather suddenly breaks away.  As he goes to sit behind his desk, small parts of me are both amused and miffed at the minimal affection given from Damian.  This is the most affectionate our personal lives will get when it comes to his work matters.

"Have a seat," while gesturing to the seat across his desk.  I set my purse on my lap, awaiting to discuss the business that is so important I needed to be invited to Wayne Enterprises for a meeting.

Damian starts right away.  "So, Ms. Grayson, Wayne Enterprises has had good relations with numerous other successful industries for years.  Such industries, would also include fashion and modeling companies linked to serval certain agencies.  Have you ever heard of Maybelline? Or perhaps, Victoria's Secret?"

If he had said that last question back in one of our apartments, I would've thought he was attempting to flirt.

Unfortunately, this is a business meeting.  So I answer back just as formally.

"I have indeed heard of those two companies Mr. Wayne."  I can imagine Damian secretly smirking at being called Mr. Wayne.  But he doesn't openly show it.

"Well, I have managed to put in a good word for you in modeling for both of these successful companies.  Victoria's Secret had a job opening for professional models in their Manhattan department. As well as another one for one of Maybelline's upcoming cosmetics projects."  He slides a manila folder full of documents across the desk towards me.  "The details can all be found here."

As he finishes talking, my mind is shocked into some sort of blank state of denial for a moment. I'm still trying to take in what Damian had just said.

Modeling jobs for both Maybelline and Victoria's Secret?! A state of complete excitement takes over my previous shock and denial.

This is like, a dream opportunity for any model! I gape like an idiot as my slightly trembling hands reach over to grab the folder. I probably look like an idiot. Damian has the grace to not smirk at my shocked joy.

He's. So. Damn. Thoughtful!

I could care less for formal propriety right now. I lean over Damian's desk and give him a long, lingering kiss until we both need air. He seems slightly pleased, but rather surprised at such a sudden display of affection.

I'm about to thank him a million times, when a sudden knock on the door interrupts the room.

Damian clears his throat and collects himself again. I sit back down in the chair.

"Come in," he calls out. The door opens, allowing a familiar young woman inside the office. As she closes the door behind her, my mind recognizes her. She's the pretty brunette who I'd seen in the elevator not that long ago.

"Aubrey, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Once I see the flirtatiously seductive smile she offers him, I know with certainty that I immediately do not like this woman.

- there will be more jealousy showing up in the next part, I promise