joji shit

23. gatsby!

in which you receive an invitation to a party no one is ever invited to.

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your ears perked up at the sudden sound of a knock coming from the door of your office, breaking the silence of you editing one of the many books you had to finish up that day.

"yeah?" you called out, clearing your throat considering you hadn't used your voice in a few hours.

"hey, y/n, i got some things for you in the mail," your assistant exhaled as she placed them to your right and grabbed your empty coffee cup. "check that last one, i couldn't figure out where it came from."

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched her sit on one of the leather chairs in front of your desk. "who could this be?" you thought out loud, examining the peculiar black envelope as lina shrugged in response.

you picked up your letter opener and carefully made your incision, swiftly tearing through the folded of paper and pulling out the similarly black card paper inside.

"miss y/l/n, eight o'clock in the evening, we request the pleasure of your company on friday at the mentioned location," you read outloud, giving the card then your listening assistant a questioning look. "g. gatsby."

by then lina's face had been overcome with surprise.

"what?"

"you got an invitation. from the gatsby." she deadpanned, sitting back in her chair as if someone just told her she won the lottery and she needed to wrap her head around the fact.

"again; what?" you asked again, starting to get a little antsy with how she wasn't giving you an answer.

"you know that club around the corner from your place? the one with the huge parties you always complain about? that's him!" she sat up in her seat and you thought if she were a puppy, she'd be wagging her tail around like crazy.

"so.. what's the big deal about that?"

"he never sends out invitations, his club is just open every friday for whoever," her eyebrows raised as if to ask you if you can believe what she's saying. "y/n, this is insane, you have to go!"

confused was an understatement for how you felt at that moment. what was the big deal about being invited to some club? you were always invited to parties and gatherings for your job title and all the people who'd try shove their books down your throat.

but if he never sent out invitations, then why did he send one to you? out of everybody in the state? why you? this sparked your interest.. just a little bit.

"so his name is gatsby?"

"no! he's just known as the great gatsby of our generation,"

"why gatsby though? why not something like— i don't know, elon musk?"

"darling you do know that elon musk is still alive right?" lina placed her hand on the table as if she were concerned for you.

"wait— elon musk is a real person?" you asked sarcastically in response to her dumb comment.

"ha ha, very funny," she mocked and stood up from her seat to get back to work, not forgetting to turn around pointing your empty coffee cup back at you saying, "if you don't go to that party you'll regret it," with a warning look in her eyes.

and so on friday night at around 6:30 pm, you put your laptop aside and got off your couch to head inside for a shower to get ready for a party.

you made sure to do your hair and makeup just enough to look like you put in effort, but not so much that it was obvious you were going to a club.