Phan One Shots

~ Jack & The Beanstalk

Jack & The Beanstalk

"Lester what the fuck is this? I asked for a report on the local football club not a whole fucking history biography!" Phil's boss, Mr Turner, shouted. Phil was tempted to roll his eyes because his boss liked to find anything to shout at him for. Instead he apologised because he didn't want to lose his job anytime soon.

"You need to get your head out of the clouds boy and produce some acceptable shit or your out of here-"

"PHIL!" Someone interrupted. Phil and his boss turned towards Phil's office door and there stood a very happy PJ, one of his work mates.

"Mr Ligouri I'd appreciate it if you didn't interrupt our conversation!" Mr Turner growled.

"Sorry sir, but Lester's wanted on the top floor." PJ smirked. Phil's eyes widened in shock as the words left his friends mouth. The top floor, floor one hundred, was the head of the companie's floor. The overall manager of the business Mr Howell's office was on that floor along with his second in command - his sister Miss Howell. Anyone sent that floor usually came back with a smiling face and a promotion.

Mr Turner stood still gawping at PJ in the doorway, also in shock. He turned to Phil with a nasty glare as Phil fumbled to grab his bag. In all of his time there he had never got a promotion and was jealous that Phil had to report to floor one hundred. Phil nodded his head in goodbye to Mr Turner as he followed PJ to the lift.

"Good luck Jack, maybe there'll be a golden goose at the top of the beanstalk." PJ smirked.

"Nice metaphor Peej, I'll keep it in mind." Phil chuckled and walked inside as the doors opened with a ding.

"Beware of the big bad giant though Phillip. Howell is known to be one scary guy when he wants to be." PJ warned.

"I'll keep that in mind thanks PJ." Phil replied and smiled.

Phil let out a shaky breath as the lift began to ascend. He's be there for a little while since he was located only on the twenty first floor. He looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his fringe at least ten times and checking he looked presentable in his work clothes.

A few people came in and out of the lift but paid no attention to Phil as he continued to be nervous in the corner. Finally the last ding went and the doors opened to a very bright floor. Phil stepped out and nearly shielded his eyes as the sun coming through the many windows bounced off the pristine white walls. The room was large and and mostly empty apart from a few sofas, a coffee machine and a large reception desk at the far end of the room with a brunette standing smartly behind it.

Phil took in a shaky breath and straightened his posture. He then walked with what he hoped was confidence over to the receptionist. His eyes darted around nervously as he approached the desk. Next to the reception desk was a large wooden door with a golden plaque placed neatly in the middle. Engraved on the plaque was the words, 'Mr. D. Howell - Business Management.' Beneath that, also engraved was, 'Miss. J. Howell - Assistant Business Management.'

Phil finally made it to the desk and the woman smiled politely at him. "Um, Mr Lester? I was told to come here?" He asked, still not quite believing he was there.

"Yes, Mr Lester. Please take a seat Miss Howell will be out shortly." She replied sweetly, hand gesturing over to one of the nearby leather couches. Phil smiled gratefully and awkwardly sat down on the pristine white leather. He tapped his foot nervously as he watched the seconds tick by on the clock above the receptionists head.

Around five minutes later the large wooden door clicked open and out walked a young looking woman with golden-blond hair. She was a very pretty woman with flawless bronze skin, plump peach coloured lips and mesmerizing coffee coloured eyes. All Phil could think about was how amazingly beautiful this woman was in front of him. The woman turned to look at Phil and smiled a white dazzling smile which happened to reveal a single dimple on her left cheek.