A/N: Okay, so this one will be shorter because I'm writing it between working and having my underlings do work for me until I hop back in before the big big boss notices I'm slacking off. hahaha so....in this one, you're a young adult, maybe 25 or so, and you're working in London and meet Diedrich, and...things progress. It's set in the present. You're American in it.
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"Okay, so we'll hit up this restaurant for the meeting with...who again?" You looked up, to your left, at the man who didn't quite approve of the flippant way you treated him, and the rest of your employees. It was decidedly...American. "Tom?" He didn't reply right away. How indignant. "Tom! Answer me."
"Sorry, {Y/N}." He checked his watch. "We're early. To answer your question, we're meeting with Vincent and his associates again."
"Aw, man!" You swore. Tom rolled his eyes. "I hate working with stupid upper-crust British snobs." You cocked your head to the side. "Thomas, did I just see you disrespect me?"
He blinked. "What?"
"You're my secretary." You crossed your arms. "Don't do me like that again."
He looked, for a brief moment to be fighting back a smile. "I'm an administrative assistant." He scoffed.
"Whatever." You stepped forward, snatching the paper he was carrying away. We meet at six, right?" Tom nodded, allowing you to take over. "Who are the associates?"
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You whispered, turning to the man siting beside you, acting in a far more polite manner to those seated across from you. Surrounded by quiet, respectable people, you and three other brilliantly unique young adults sat, preparing to discuss important matters that affected numerous employees, politicians and rich do-nothing wives and spoiled sons and daughters. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive champagne, rich steak and dolled up deserts, far more decadent than anything you used to enjoy. You'd come a long way since your start at the company. That was clear. You quickly learned how to predict things: trends, fiscal developments, the aspirations of new employees and whims of consumers. You had a knack for this, and you did well. Managing others was...not your strong-suit. You didn't delegate authority well.
"Tom." You held a hand up, as the two men seated opposite you talked to each other, allowing you a moment of brief privacy. "What the hell? Where are the other guys? Why is he German? We weren't supposed to be sharing developments on the Munich deals until midwinter! It's May! The fuck, dude?"
He almost hissed back at you. For all the grief he gave you about manners, he didn't always do the best at being posh himself. "I didn't know any more about this than you! Maybe it's just his friend."
"Friend!? To a business meeting with the CFO and her servant?"
"Oh you did not just call me-"
You smirked, interrupted by polite conversation. "My apologies for the secrecy, Miss {L/N}. Diedrich and I were reminiscing. We haven't seen each other in quite some time."
"Oh? So you two go way back, then?" Your eyes darted briefly to Tom. You could almost feel the vibrations of superiority radiating off him. Insolence. "Like, college or something?"
"University." You elbowed your secretary.
"Don't correct me, Thomas." You hissed. The man seated to the left of Vincent Phantomhive, a true treasure of a client, looked like he thought it to be funny rather than rude. You exhaled. "My apologies for my rude employee." You smiled. "He's a free spirit." You held in a laugh. "Anyway, Vincent, it's nice to see you again."
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