Michael Jackson Imagines

1: Wild • Dangerous Era

*Modern, Michael is not famous. *

"You got the job?"

"Yes!" Y/N nodded eagerly showing her friend and co-worker the Email she received. Jazmin looked at the phone briefly reading through.

"Wow! And what are you going to be doing?"

"I will be the receptionist at the front lobby of Jackson International. I will be greeting people and checking their appointments," she gushed. "Ah, even the same sounds important."

"Really? You're leaving us for that?" Jazmine playfully pushed her.

"Of course not! I'm pretty sure I'll still get payed here more than there. At least for the moment."

"Hey... did you write in your resume that you're an exotic dancer?"

Y/N bursted into laughter. "I wouldn't have gotten the job if I did."

Both women stood up from the white leather sofa in the brightly lit dressing room. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time, running her fingers through her long dark hair. The booming music grew louder as she walked towards the end of the hallways. It was dark but she had already grown used to the deafening music and the flashing lights. She had been there for the past four years so there was nothing she hadn't experienced.

"Give it up for your favorite girl, Y/N!"

That was her cue.

"John Evans, Ricky Acosta, Y/N L/N, Jocelyn Damon..." He flipped through the pages, quietly mumbling to himself. Though he really didn't have anything better to do at home, he really wanted to leave. It was the late hours of the night and he was still in his office fixing paper.

"What are you up to, Michael?"

He didn't look up from his desk. "Just checking the paperwork of the incoming employees."

"That sounds boring," he looked up briefly to see Myra stretching on the couch. She had made herself comfortable by taking off her heels. Michael shook his head and chuckled to himself.

"Well if you're so bored you should go home. I still have things to do around here."

Myra pouted crossing her legs. "No! What kind of assistant would I be? Besides... you promised you will take me out."

"And where would we go at one of the morning?"

She smirked and sat on the desk. "Your place."

Michael shifted in his seat uncomfortably. He laughed awkwardly. "You're so funny. Look, I seriously have to work. We have to be here really early to greet the new employees, so go get some rest."

Myra rolled her eyes and grudgingly got off the desk. She put on her heels and Michael just watched out of the corner of his eyes. He felt bad for kicking her out like that but he didn't want to deal with her at the moment. At least not tonight.

"See you tomorrow then."

The door slammed shut and he was alone again. It felt awfully quiet as he looked out the window. It felt awfully quiet and awfully lonely.

Today was the day. Her first day off work. She hadn't worked anywhere but the club for a year and a half.

"Look at you!," Jazmin exclaimed. "You look beautiful. Give a little spin!"

She was wearing a black dress pants, a simple white top with a grey cardigan, and velvet ankle boots. Her usual wild and curly hair was straightened.

Y/N did as she was told, letting out a small giggle. "What do you think, baby Chris? How do I look?"

She carried the six-month old baby in her arms.

Christopher was Jazmin's baby. His father was a businessman from the UK who was on a trip to the United States. One day he dropped by the club and he met Jazmin. He wanted her then but she didn't abide. So he dropped by every night  and with his smooth words he mesmerized her until he was finally able to get what he wanted. They went out a few times after that but everything changed when she told him she was pregnant. With his fine british accent he told her that he already had children and a wife and he couldn't take care of her or her child. That night he flew back to his home.

Chris just stared at Y/N with his ocean blue eyes that could melt any soul. "Anyway I already called a cab. I don't want to be late."

Jazmin hugged her tightly. "You'll do great."

Sitting in the taxi she could't help but think that she was driving towards the unknown. She will be surrounded by people who she wasn't like. She will be surrounded by people who already had their whole life figured out while she still didn't know what to do with hers. They all probably had a stable life and a home to go to while she could barely get by with her job at the club.

She couldn't even stop herself when a tear rolled down her face. All she could do was wipe it away.

"We are honored to have you all as the new employees for Jackson International," the woman offered a polite smile but it was fake. She looked like she didn't want to be there, like she had better things to do. She could've put on a better face, Y/N thought. "Mr. Jackson will now come in."

She opened the door and a man walked in. Everyone in the room straightened.

Y/N observed him curiously. He was fully dressed in suit and tie. He was sporting medium-length curly hair. Her breath hitched at his beautiful smile.

"Welcome, as the executive director I wanted you to formally greet you," his voice was soft yet deep. "I really want all the employees in this company to feel comfortable."

She felt herself space out. Watching the way he moved and hearing the way he talked. Watching his curls that fell in front of his face. She froze for a second as his eyes met hers. She offered a slight smile, leaning forward in her seat. What could she do? Her job made her a flirt by nature.

He watched her for a few seconds before looking away. "And I want all of you to be comfortable enough to call me Michael."

The woman who was standing there earlier rolled her eyes.

Michael, Y/N mouthed to herself. Her new co-workers in the room clapped, they seemed impressed at his warm welcome.

"This is Myra Williams, my assistant," Michael motioned towards her. She only nodded, a small gesture of acknowledgement. "She will show you your places."

Michael went over to the each the new workers, shook their hand and went to the next. He stopped at the last person. He took her hand in his, as she looked in his eyes. Her eyes were captivating and dreamy, making him smile as he let go and turned around to leave.

To be continued...