History Has It's Eyes On You (Washette)

Chapter One

   Rushing. He was always late somehow. To work, to meet friends, anything. Lafayette tried to catch his breath as he walked swiftly into the towering building.
  
    There he was, in the middle of the city, late for a meeting. A JOB meeting, of all things. This definitely isn't a first good impression, he thought as he rushed through the door up to the secretary desk.

    He had recently been looking for a job doing some simple office work, when he saw an ad for a job at a company. One of the most successful companies in New York. Washington Post, founded by George Washington.

    From what Lafayette had heard, he was a cold business man who got things done. Lafayette barely had time to look up when he bumped into a wall spilling his papers onto the cold floor.

    He pushed his glasses up, looking at what he bumped into. His mouth went dry when he saw the towering man before him.

    Dressed in a navy blue suit and a scowl, he raised an eyebrow at Laf. "You might want to watch where you're going young man. Don't want to get hurt," he said in a low voice.

    Lafayette gulped. He had never been so intimidated. Pushing up his glasses nervously, he mumbled out an apology.

   The mysterious man handed him his papers, brushing his hand against his. Shivers went up Lafayette's back, as he apologized again. "Where are you off to in such a hurry," the man asked, intrigued by the nervous young man.

    "I'm trying to find out where to go for a job interview I'm very much late for," Laf explained. He blew out a breath, surprised he didn't stumble over his words in front of this man.

     The man nodded a curt nod, telling Lafayette to follow him. They walked to an elevator, the man guiding Laf in, pressing a button to the top floor.

    He breathed out again, frustrated he basically made a fool out of himself in front of this gorgeous man. Lafayette studied him from behind.

      The man had broad shoulders and he only wondered what the mysterious man looked like underneath the layers.

     He shook his head, almost slapping himself for thinking about this stranger this way. The elevator eventually came to it's destination, the man leading Lafayette to a mahogany door at the end of the room.

    They stepped in, Lafayette amazed by the beautiful decor. Dark navy and mahogany furniture with a spotless glass wall overlooking the beautiful New York scenery.

    "Sit," the man grumbled, while taking his own seat behind the large desk. It wasn't until then did he realize. This was George Washington.