Man Down (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 13

I made some last finishing touches here and there to the office, making sure everything is perfect (like me) to make a good first impression to those I'll be talking to today. Evaluation day has finally arrived and I wasn't completely in the right mind because of last night. I couldn't' stop thinking about it. The way the room went from cold to hot and steamy quickly, but we had to be quiet since Sean was still in the building. We were filled with lust, I couldn't help but replay the moment in my head-

"Mr. Fischbach!" The loud, all too familiar voice distracted me from the long thought, making me jump and letting go of the rag I used to wipe down the table. I swear, Sean's loud ass voice can put someone in a cardiac arrest... "Getting ready for your interviews?"

"Yes. Why? Want me to write a report on how not to hire an assistant?" I asked, picking up the rag from the floor an throwing it on the table. Sean came inside the room, placing his brown office bag on the black leather chair. His hair was slicked back into its usual man bun, while his ocean blue eyes were as vibrant as ever. That didn't change the fact that he was as tall as normal coffee table. (Note: I'm just half a head taller than my boss, I'm in no place on insulting his height, but at the same time, I can't help myself. It's funny.)

"Yes, as I'll be reading it two months later after this evaluation session is over." He smirked. "You're doing this the hard way even though I offered you help-"

"And I took your help! Don't try and guilt trip me into something I didn't do!" We laughed. "On top of that, you know how much I hate help."

"Mark, Mark. Markimoo~" Sean came up beside me with a whiny tone in his voice, placing his arm around my neck as we looked out the glass window that revealed all of downtown Los Angeles. "You can't live by yourself for the rest of your life." My eyebrow raised, interested in what he had to say. It would be the first time in all the years of us being friends that he would finally say something smart. I was in shock. "And neither can I. Rally up a girl for me because I know all them hot girls are going to apply." And of course, nothing but bullshit. I still wonder why I associate myself with this man.

"They're going to be getting money from a half Korean, half German man whose good looking, has a fit body, is financially stable- face it, you're a sugar daddy, Mark." The blue eyed man sounded as joyful as ever while his words didn't stick with me at all.

"How do you know that for sure?"

"I know what girls like-"

"If you know what girls like, why don't you have a girlfriend?" He looked back at me, taken back about what I said while I cocked my head to the side a smirked. He acted as if a bullet went right through his chest.

"Mr. Fischbach, someone's here to see you." Sean went back over to the chair that held his bag, walking towards the exit after Rose paged in. My first applicant was already here and this fool called my boss isn't supposed to be here.

"You're a dangerous man, Mark. Let's go to the bar after if you're feeling risky." The man with dark brown hair winked at me before leaving the room, grinning like a fool.

"You passed out last time and I had to drag you home!" I yelled out for him, and he only laughed. I sighed, making sure I looked presentable when I told Rose to send them up. I fixed my tie, ran my hands through my hair and made sure my teeth were pearly white while throwing a mint in my mouth. With that shitty advice from my boss, let the evaluations begin.

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*Amy's P.O.V.*

After grabbing a sandwich from the cafeteria, I had to immediately go back to work and catch up on what I had missed because of my day off yesterday. Because of my temper tantrum yesterday evolving that man, I didn't do anything while I stayed home. I didn't eat, shower, work or even care about the dirty condition of my house after I made of mess of it that one day. I stood up, watching t.v., wrapped in a cozy blanket, falling in and out of unconsciousness. I was only reminded that I was an adult with multiple responsibilities when a coworker emailed me wanted copies of the design process for the big project.

That's when I cleaned up my act, pushed aside the thought of him, and started acting like a responsible adult again. Ever since that point, he never crossed my mind again, and shall never will, or else I'll just slip back into insanity.

I started my journey back to my office, waiting for the elevator to arrive. There were two more people inside the elevator, so I pulled out my phone to ignore any contact with them because I was their senior. "Good morning girls." I said and they said good morning back. It's not senior behavior of me as I'll usually make long conversations with them, but talking to people is the last thing on my to-do list at the moment.

"You're lying!" One out of the two women started to whisper when I entered the elevator. I prayed that they'll get off before me. "He's not the type to ask for assistance."

"I swear, I'm telling the truth! I saw a girl with a mini skit walk into the secondary meeting room, and he was there too. Boss said he's doing evaluations." The other girl murmured.

"No way! That's so out of character of him."

"Yeah way! Plus, no one from the right or left wing recognized her. And to be honest, she looked a little tacky. Boobs out and everything, she looked more like a stripper than a assistant." I couldn't help myself but eavesdrop on their mini conversation. And of course, I started jumping to conclusions before even hearing the whole story. As far as I'm concerned, all the males in the middle wing has right hand men/ women besides that one very stubborn person. Don't tell me...

I left the elevator once it reached my floor and got off, putting away my phone and heading towards my office. I was soon stopped by someone grabbing onto my hand. I turned around and furrowed my eyebrows at her. I've never seen her before, and her clothes were more on the revealing side.

"Um, excuse me. Do you know where the secondary meeting room is?" The young looking woman brushed a piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear. My facial expression eased a bit when I realized it was probably a spokesperson from a company that's lost. Kind of weird since we don't have any meetings scheduled today. Maybe she's here to talk to Sean only.

"It's upstairs to your far left." I guided her and she didn't question it. The woman said thank you and left for upstairs. I continued my walk back to my office, still thinking about the woman in revealing clothing that was going to the secondary meeting room-

"You have to be fucking kidding me."