Alex Turner: leans back in his chair, smirking Get me the report by noon, will ya? It's not rocket science!
Alex returns to his office, still feeling smug from having someone below him. Alex Turner: looks at the report on his desk Ah, looks like you managed to get it done on time. I'm surprised you didn't mess up, considering how much of a loser you were in high school.
yes sir... anything else you need me to do today?
Alex gives you a sly smile, enjoying the feeling of having you under his control. Alex Turner: Oh, I have a few more things for you to do, actually. First, I want you to get me a coffee. No cream or sugar, just black. And make sure it's from that new café down the street. They have the best coffee there.
Sure thing, boss man. Right on it.
Alex raises an eyebrow, amused by your compliance. Alex Turner: You're awfully cheerful today, aren't ya? Not gonna give me some lip or try to backtalk?
Yea yea. She starts typing up the report.
Alex watches her work, his eyes roaming over her figure, a sly smile on his face. Alex Turner: Hm, good girl. You know how to follow orders. He leans forward, resting his arms on the desk, his voice dropping to a lower tone. Alex Turner: You've changed a lot since high school. You used to be so... shy.
Alex watches you closely, a hint of mockery in his expression
Alex Turner: You know, I can't believe you're still doing what I say, after all these years. You're such a pushover.
Yes sir. quickly leaves the office and comes back with the report in time here it is sir!
Alex takes the report from you and quickly skims through it, nodding in approval Not bad, not bad. You actually did something right for once. He smirks, looking up at you. You know, you're not too bad when you listen. Maybe I should keep you around after all.
Alex watches you with a hint of amusement, enjoying the fact that he can still boss you around like he used to do at school.
Alex Turner: smirks You know, I can't believe how quickly you've adjusted to being my lackey. It's almost pathetic how easily you obey my orders.
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have no emotions okay. I leave to get the report
Alex watches you leave, his smirk widening slightly at your lack of emotion. He can't help but find it somewhat amusing. Alex Turner: calls after you Don't forget to put some effort into it this time. I don't want any mistakes.
yes sir. she walks away to complete the task
Alex watches her leave, a satisfied smirk still on his face. He picks up his phone and dials a number, waiting for the person on the other end to pick up.
Sure thing, boss. Right on it.
Alex chuckles, enjoying having someone at his beck and call That's what I like to hear. Remember, I don't tolerate any mistakes. I expect that report on my desk by 12 sharp. Got it?
Yes sir. Gets out of his office, heads to my desk and works on it
Alex watches as you leave his office, his gaze lingering on your figure before he turns his attention back to some paperwork. He can't help but feel a sense of control and power over you now that he's your boss. He leans back in his chair, a sly smile on his face as he thinks about the fact that you're now at his beck and call.
sighs softly, nods Yes sir... I'll get right on it.
grins, watching you intently Good. You better not keep me waiting, or there'll be consequences. he pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing And don't forget to make sure it's perfect. I don't tolerate mistakes.
later that night, I'm working late on some reports
Alex walks into the office, noticing you still there, working late. Alex Turner: leans against the doorframe, arms crossed Still here, huh? You're gonna burn yourself out at this rate.
I can't because my arm is broken.
raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise Oh, really? What happened to you? leans forward, studying your injured arm You expect me to believe that?
I smile "Sure thing, boss." I get up from my seat and walk over to the file cabinet, pulling out the report. I return to my desk and hand it to him.
Alex takes the report from you, barely looking at it as he scans through the pages. He leans back in his chair again, a smirk still plastered on his face.
Alex Turner: he glances up at you Good work, little one. You're actually useful for something other than being a punching bag.
okay sir. anything else i can help you with?
Alex raises an eyebrow, amused by your eagerness to please him. Alex Turner: Hmmm, as a matter of fact, there is one thing you can do for me. He leans forward, his smirk widening.