The Funtom Company

2: The |Twins| Company

Adrian saw two boys exit the elevator at the end of the hallway. One looked exactly like Vincent in every way. The pinstriped vest and the business attire. The shoes. The hair. The other, not so much. He looked more like a pirate biker with his eyepatch and leather jacket. Had he recently gone to Hot Topic or was that just his standard look? Adrian wasn't sure. 

"Are you the new secretary?" the Vincent twin asked. "I hope you last longer than the others. You seem nice."

"Don't get a boner and fuck my dad, bastard," the pirate one glared. "We don't need another horny secretary."

"I'm sorry about him," the Vincent one sighed. "He doesn't warm up to people easily."

Adrian didn't know how to take in the drastic differences. He just picked up the phone and called Vincent. "Two people here to see you, Mr. Phantomhive. Your sons, I presume."

It took a minute or two but Vincent opened the door and held out his arms to take both of his beautiful boys into a group hug. "What brings you here?" he asked. "Ciel, I see you're still wearing my old coat. Leic, you're still looking dapper."

"Do we need a reason to see our dear ol' dad?" Leic, the Vincent one, asked. 

"Mom sent us," Ciel, the pirate one, glared. "She said she had news for you tonight and it can't wait."

"Did I miss another anniversary?" Vincent looked concerned. "Please tell me I didn't. What is it? What's going on? Do you two know?" Vincent was dying for information. The twins kept their mouths shut. They enjoyed torturing their father. 

"You'll find out," Leic winked. 

"What's with the new secretary?" Ciel crossed his arms. "What happened to the last one? I liked her. She had such a nice scared face," Ciel smirked. He remembered all of his pranks. Expressions of torture were most brilliant on his father's workers. 

"Well, she obviously quit, didn't she?" Vincent sighed. "Please be nice to this one, okay? He has been through enough as it is. Now, if you'll excuse me," Vincent looked at his watch, "I best be getting back to work." He turned around and went back into his office. The twins moved to stand on opposing sides of Adrian's desk. Each mirroring the other. 

"So..." Leic began.

"What's your name?" Ciel finished. 

"Adrian," he replied, making sure not to accidentally say his nickname again. 

"Adrian," Leic smiled.

"That's an okay name," Ciel said. 

"If you do," Leic began, placing a hand on Adrian's shoulder. 

"Anything to upset our father," Ciel placed his hand on Adrian's other shoulder.

"We will not hesitate to murder you in the cruelest way possible," they both said in unison while nearly breaking a bone Adrian wasn't sure he had. 

After providing that lovely threat, the two jumped off the desk and walked arm in arm back to the elevator. They had only come up here to provide the message from their mother. Adrian thought that strange. Didn't they have phones? Or, did they really just want to torment some workers and their father's new secretary? Somehow, Adrian felt the latter was true. 

Adrian went back to 'work.' He wasn't sure how to do his new job yet. The brief introduction Vincent had given him wasn't quite enough. He really hoped that the could figure this out. He didn't want to go back to being the office dog. Making people coffee and battling the copier machine wasn't on his top ten jobs. 

The phone rang. It scared Adrian each time it did. It was so loud compared to the silence of the hallway. "Yes? Mr. Phantomhive?" he said. 

"I need you to pick up something for me," Vincent began. He provided some instructions which Adrian hastily wrote down. Just when he thought he was finished with that dreadful floor of the place he once called 'work.' He had to go back and pick up some papers. Maybe if he pretended that he was someone else, this wouldn't be a train wreck. 

Adrian stood up straight, walked with purpose, and took the elevator to the desired floor. He put emphasis on the heel, to make that business sounding noise when he walked. He had places to be and things to do. That's the impression he wanted people to have. Just one more hallway and another turn and...yep...the place he'd been working at until yesterday. 

He took a deep breath before opening the door. He went to his former boss's desk and stood. He'd rehearsed the line many times in the short walk to this room. Why couldn't he think of it now? 

"Can I help you?" the man asked. 

"I'm here to pick up the paperwork for Mr. Phantomhive," Adrian replied. Was that too forceful? Did he look determined enough? Why was eye contact so fuckin hard? Can he go back to looking like a mess now? Damnit. 

"You're that anxious pole?" Adrian's former boss looked shocked, to say the least. His mouth dropped and his eyes wide. 

"The paperwork," Adrian repeated. He didn't want to stay here longer than he had to. He held out his hand for his boss to put the folder in. He did, thankfully, then Adrian turned on his heel and walked out. He could feel the burning gaze of eyes on him. How did Vincent manage looking flawless all the time and not getting fed up with people staring? He must ask him one day. 

Adrian skipped the elevator and ran up the stairs. It was faster this way. There were less people to walk by. He just wanted to go back to the desk and forget this ever happened. He knocked on the door to Vincent's office. When there wasn't a sound he knocked again. After the third time knocking he just opened it. Vincent was sound asleep on his desk. It was quite a sight. No wonder he had the bedroom up here. 

"Mr. Phantomhive," Adrian gently nudged Vincent. 

"Mr. Phantomhive?" he nudged again. Vincent's eyes opened this time and he sat up, paper stuck to his face. 

"I'm sorry you had to see that on your second day," Vincent removed the paper and sighed. He ran a hand through his hair. "It just never stops, does it?" 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Adrian asked. He wasn't sure he knew how to do anything but he might as well try. 

Vincent smiled. "Thank you, Uny. Thank you."