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     "Welcome aboard, Y/N!" 

     Henry joined you standing up and held his hand out. You shook it, beaming. 

     You couldn't believe it. You were hired. Maybe if you worked extra hard, you could keep your house. 

     It seemed impossible, but that was fine. If you could spend a whole afternoon with Jack and successfully fight the urge to punch him, then you could cheat eviction. 

     Hell yeah! You thought, mentally high-fiving yourself for being so cool and amazing. 

     Henry brought you back to Earth. 

     "Congratulations, kid. Considering it's your job now, you should go check in with William." 

     You clenched your fists in excitement. It almost made you giddy to hear those words. 

     "Your job". 

     You had a job now. 

     "Sweet," you replied before nodding. 

     You started to head for the door when Mr. Emily called you back.

      "Oh, and, Y/N?" You turned to meet his eyes. "I'll print out your nameplate today." 

     You smiled and gave him a thumbs up, then walked out, closing the door behind you. 

     Soon, you spun around in bliss. You did it! You got a job! And you were getting your very own nameplate; it felt so cool. 

     But you stopped as not to embarrass yourself. Luckily, Vincent's office was only a few paces away, so you stepped up to his door and knocked. 

     Before it was opened, you blushed a little, remembering what had happened only an hour or so previously. 

     "Especially not when you look so good in that uniform." 

     You could almost still feel his breath hot on your ear as he whispered it to you in that tingle-inducing voice of his.

     What was that? Was it just a trick of his, something spoken seductively to trick your mind into confidence? If that was the objective, then, for the most part, it worked, but otherwise? It just made you want to melt into a blushing puddle. 

     But what if he was actually into you? Maybe he's just horny. You considered the idea. 

     Suddenly, the door opened. 

     "Vincent!" You said happily. He stepped back in surprise as you walked blissfully into his office.

     "Someone's excited." 

     "No shit! I got the job!" 

     You were beaming, but Vincent just chuckled. 

     "Of course you did, love. I told you so." 

     You looked at him, and for a second, you felt overwhelmed. In a good way, of course. The butterflies in your stomach from before seemed as if they could now swarm together and lift you to the clouds. 

     These raw emotions led you to do the unthinkable. 

     You stepped forward and wrapped Vincent in a hug. 

     At first, he didn't hug back, a little shocked at your sudden gesture. But you soon felt the warm embrace of his arms around you, and you smiled. 

     Then you quickly pulled away. Vincent's expression was, to your surprise, a little flustered, but he quickly replaced it with that calm and collected one he usually wore - that was, if he wasn't smirking at you in a way that made you feel he knew too much.