Edgeworth x Reader

Chapter 2

You arrived at a tall, somewhat fancy building.

So this is it huh? Everything in my life has led up to this moment. You thought as you gazed at the entrance. All the studying, endless all-nighters, everything has finally amounted to something.

You took a deep breath as you began to walk into the building, hoping that your freshly straightened (H/C) hair, white blouse and black pencil skirt presented you as much more confident than you were truly feeling.

Once you entered, you gazed around. You were stood in a large room, with lifts lining both the left and right walls, and at the back was a marble staircase which also led up to the above floors. In the centre of the room was a desk, where many people seemed to be crowded around, some talking to the receptionists, whilst others chatting amongst themselves in small groups. You assumed these people were your fellow prosecutors.  As you continued to look around, your gaze fell upon a huge crystal chandelier which hung above the reception desk. You gawked at it in awe, for what seemed like a century.

"It's not very ladylike to gawk at things." A cold voice snapped you out of your initial daze.

You looked around, somewhat annoyed at this comment, and found a tall man in a dark red suit staring down at you harshly. He was quite pale, and sported dark hair and a white cravat.

Nice accessory choice you dick. You thought to yourself.

Still irritated by his comment, you began to speak. "And what place do you have to make such a condescending comment to someone?" You spat as you glared at him. "I can't believe people can be so rude." You stated as you turned and walked towards the reception desk, leaving the man to strut off elsewhere.

As you reached the desk, a red-headed woman greeted you.

"Hi! How can I help you today?"

"Ah, yeah, well, I'm the new Prosecutor here, my name is (Y/N)(L/N)." You replied, trying not to stumble over your words.

"Oh, I see. Well, welcome to the office Miss (L/N)! Here's the key to your office, it's room number 1201 on the twelth floor. I hope you enjoy working here!" The receptionist smiled sweetly at you.

"Uh, yeah, thanks." You replied, slightly on edge with her joyfulness. "But I have a question. The guy in red with the cravat. Is he always so rude?"

"Oh, you mean the High Prosecutor? I'm sorry about him, he's like that with everyone, so try not to take it personally, okay?" The receptionist smiled again. "But if you have any trouble with him, you can always tell Chief Prosecutor Cykes. She can sort him out for you. Although I must admit, that is much more of a last resort if anything." She chuckled.

"Okay, thank you for your help" I smiled and waved, as I made my way to my new office.

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Hi guys! I'm sorry this chapter has been so short, and I'm sorry that this story has been kinda blergh so far, I'm having trouble coming up with mildly original ideas for this.

However, thank you for at least reading this far, it's quite an achievement.

Also PSA to any Pokemon fans, I'm also writing a Guzma x reader fanfiction, so if anyone wants to check that out, then feel free to do so. I know I haven't edited it in a while, but I'm going to be back doing it again now that I have some free time.

Thanks again!

~N