Stereotypes Reversed

Intern

Slight NSFW CONTENT AHEAD: READ WITH CAUTION.
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Navy hummed to herself as she clicked her way down the hallway. The sounds of the heels against the tiles blended elegantly with the sounds of typing from the cubicles she passed.

The soft office chatter gave off a somber vibe to the CEO, reaching up she rubbed at her temple to attempt to soothe the ache that had begun to crawl its way from her shoulders to her head.

With a loud sigh she rolled her shoulders and pushed through a set of heavy wooden doors into a small waiting area with a desk in the corner, looking up from the phone she held with a death grip to call out to her secretary.

"Rican! Schedule a fucking chiropractor appointment for some time today. I'm sick of this damn pain." The man behind the desk nodded, setting an earpiece in his ear and beginning to talk aloud to Navy's Chiropractor, the nervous bouncing of his leg causing his boss to chuckle.

Navy shrugged off her jacket and straightened out her button up, walking down a short hallway she threw her jacket into her office. As she returned to the waiting room she leaned against the wall the desk was closest to. She fussed with her shirt, making sure the buttons were secured all the way up.

Rican playfully rolled his eyes as he watched Navy, now finished with his call. "You know, no one here thinks you used your body to get into your position. Even if Mrs. Rain does favor you, we all know you made it here because of your capability."

With a soft smile Navy undid the top two buttons of her shirt, sighing with relief as the fabric no longer felt uncomfortable around her. As Navy was about to reply a young man stumbled through the doors to the waiting room. His mop of brown hair half covering his eyes as he stopped and fixed his clothes.

Navy stood and crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes peering over the rims of her glasses. She watched as the man fussed with his dress pants and fiddled with the tie that hung half undone around his shirt collar. Soft grumbling noises echoed through the empty room as both Rican and Navy watched him struggle with the tie.

"God fucking damn! Why is this so fucking hard!?" With a huff and a childish stomp he gave up on the garment.

Navy cleared her throat, causing the young man to jump and his face to flush darkly as he realized he'd been watched.

"Daniel. Don't curse in the office. Even if you are an intern you will still be held accountable for your actions in the workplace." Navy glared daggers at the man, a cold fire slowly burning in her eyes as she watched Daniel.

Why the fuck did they give me an incompetent brat of all things.

Navy rolled her eyes as she approached the man, fixing his tie and combing her fingers through his hair as she tried to make him look presentable.

Daniel pouted as he was prodded at and groomed by his boss. "C'mon you aren't my mother."

"I might as well be. This is ridiculous."

Daniel grinned as he leaned forward. "Ya wanna be my mommy?" He chuckled as Navy stared down at him, her blank expression making him giggle to himself.

Navy gripped Daniels tie, pulling him closer still as she leaned down to whisper in the mans ear. "If I were your mommy. You'd be a weeping mess in my bed every night. You silly little bitch."

Daniel flushed darkly as he squirmed away from Navy, uncomfortably trying to fix his pants.

Rican grinned as he watched the two interact. "Alright intern. Ready to start your training?"