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"tell the others i said hello" i say before walking away. i keep my eyes low to the ground and go straight through the glass doors, seeing some heads turn at the corner of my eye. i see the secretary and go up to her.

"hi i'm y/n l/n" i say. the woman looks up and smiles. i can't help but notice her blouse is unbuttoned pretty low. she's really pretty and her hair is gorgeous.

"ah yes, welcome to our office," she says. "i'm petra, mr. ackerman will call you in soon."

her headset beeps and she apologizes. i just smile and she talks to the person and sets up an appointment. i just wait and see a small row of chairs next to her desk so i take a seat.

"eldia corporation, how may i help you? yes i can fit you in august on the 15th, is that alright? okay thank you."

wow how many appointments does this guy have?! that's literally months from now!

"sir, your new assistant is here" petra into a small intercom. my heart skips a beat and my body almost jolts. i'm starting to regret doing a big move like this. how bad would it look if i just ran? will they stop me?

"send her in" i hear. petra looks at me and motions me to enter his office with a smile. i give her a nervous look before i look at the dark brown door. i clutch my shoulder bag close to me and take a deep breath.

Levi Ackerman
CEO

i stand up quickly and go to the door. i grab onto the knob and turn it. cold air hits me and i see a man at a big desk, writing with a huge window behind him.

"come in and shut the door" he says. i do as he says and stand there. "what are you doing? come over here."

i walk to the desk and wait for... well i don't know. mr. ackerman keeps writing until he stops and puts his pen down. he looks right up at me, his eyes almost piercing my head.

"your office is on my left, sit there and on your desk is a list to do while i finish going over this report," he says. "after i will set some rules... now go."

i nod and turn to my right to see a door open. i quickly go inside and see a desk there with cabinets in the back and a dirty window facing my desk. my desk is pretty clear except for the paper, a lamp and a telephone with a small intercom. i sit down and read the paper.

this room has not been used and is relatively filthy.
- clean your desk.
- clean the floor.
- dust off the cabinets inside and out.
- wipe your window clean and all other surfaces.
the cleaning products are on the shelf by the window.

this is... basically a chores list. this isn't something i thought i'd be doing on the first day. i look up to see a small shelf near the window so i go past the door and close it. there's windex, rags, microfiber duster, and gloves. let's just get this over with.

-

i finished everything pretty quick since it's empty in here. my door opens and i see mr. ackerman step in and look around.

"it's alright," he comments, his eyes covering every inch of this room. "could be better."

i just stand there and shrug. i need to talk more.

"thank you, sir" i say. he comes up to my desk and stares at me... well practically glares.

"here are some of my rules," he starts. "no being late or absent without a day prior excuse, always clean your workspace after the day is done, my face should reflect off of the desk, make all of my assignments your top priority, your appearance must always be clean and professional, do not interact too long with your coworkers unless it's lunch, do not make too much noise in here and i will send you the rest of the rules in email and i'll call you in my room soon."

with that, he leaves and closes the door. it feels like i just got the wind knocked out of me.

"what the fuck was that" i whisper. sounded more like a  'what not to do' list. what do i do now?

i take out my phone and text mikasa.

me
first day here and it's way different than what i thought and now i don't know what to do

mikasa
did he make you clean already? he always makes us do it in the morning

me
yeah and his rules are weird :/

mikasa
he is a weird man
well i've got to go, i have work to do :(

me
okay bye!

he is weird. i mean, who still wears a handkerchief?