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"May I come in Sir?"
Patrick Kerso looked up from his table with a smile on his face "Come in Stiles. You know knocking policy really doesn't apply to my best friend's son" Stiles replied with a small smile "Thank you but I tend to keep my professional and personal business separately"
Patrick got up from his chair "That's what I like about the most Stiles. You're very professional and loyal to your work"
"Again thank you. What do you have for me?" Stiles asked politely waiting for his Boss to continue. Patrick turned behind to pick up a file "You know that our company's job is to provide personal secretary to wealthy businessmen"
Stiles nodded
"I've a job for you. The money is double from what you get here and you'll be given other incentives like house rent, medical claim and bonus at the end of every six months"
Stiles raised his eyebrows "Wow. Looks like someone is desperately in need for help" he joked. He saw Patrick had a sheepish look on his face and now he understood there was more to come "Is there something you want to add"
"Our client is....actually he's a tough guy to handle. He's very flamboyant....a brat you can say....umm.. he's hired sixteen secretaries up till now and no one was able to stay more than a month"
Stiles almost gaped at his Boss "Sixteen secretaries?"
Patrick nodded "Like I said he's a tough guy. His secretaries are either fired for slacking off on the job or they quit because 'he's' been slacking off" he finished with a sigh
Stiles nodded taking in the information. He was intrigued from inside and suddenly wanted to meet this one in million man who could annoy sixteen secretaries
Patrick saw Stiles was in deep thought "If you're feeling uncomfortable then you don't have to take this job. I can ask David to..."
"No" Stiles straightened himself "I'll do it. How hard can it be right" Patrick smiled "I'm proud of you. Remember our company has never gotten complains before. All the secretaries I've recruited, they have never dissapointed me"
"You can count on me Sir. I won't let you down"
"I know" Patrick nodded with pride "You can start from tomorrow"
Stiles gave a nod and was about to leave when he turned back around "I forgot to ask. What's the name of my new Boss?"
Patrick extended his hand giving the file to Stiles "I think you might have heard about him. He's son of multi millionaire James Hale. Derek Hale"
And just like that Stiles felt a cold bucket of water was dropped on him....twice!
NEXT DAY
Twenty seven year old Derek munched on his sandwich while looking at the papers infront of him. His father had yet again thought of starting a new project just to add more bucks in his already over flowing bank accounts. Not that he complained but this was getting into a routine every few months "I hate when it comes to calculating profit and loss" he muttered analysing the reports of new project
The door to his cabin opened and in walked a man "Good morning son" Derek looked up "Good morning Dad. I was just reading your project"
"That's good but I came for other reason"
Derek looked at him with raised eyebrows
"I found a new secretary"
Derek opened his mouth with frowned expression but his father raised his hand "Hear me out Derek. He's twenty four years old but good and I mean really good. His agency had awarded him as best employee of the year"
"I don't need a secretary"
"Yes you do"
"No"
James Hale took a step closer and used his stern tone "I've already appointed him and you'll accept and respect my decision"
"What if I don't like him? What if he's just like previous secretaries I had"
"You don't have to marry him Derek! Just give him a chance" James argued back "Why can't you stick to one good assistant"
"Bacause none of them are good!"
"Derek my decision is final. He's standing outside and...."
Derek's eyes widened "Already?"
James huffed out a breath "Yes he's standing outside and I'm going to call him in. I expect you to behave" Derek glared at his father but in the end sighed in defeat "Fine send him in"
James smiled and pressed a button on the phone "Send Mr Stilinski in"
Derek froze at the name. No no no no...he must have heard the wrong name. He couldn't be. Stilinski? For real? After what like....six years? No no no that's not possible. He was not ready for this. He couldn't face him again
There was a knock at the door and James spoke "Come in Mr Stilinski" Derek's eyes were glued at the door hoping, praying even begging what he was thinking was wrong. The sandwich nearly slipped from his fingers threatening to drop on his 500dollar shirt and spread bread crumps over his designer pants when he saw the face of the person
Stiles took a deep breath and stepped in the cabin "Good morning Sir" he extended his hand and James shook with a smile "Good morning Mr Stilinski. This is my son and your new Boss Derek Hale" Stiles turned his gaze on Derek hard, cold and burning"Good morning Sir"
Fuck, thought Derek. He was so screwed. He tried to keep a impassive face and cleared his throat "Go..Good morning" James waved a hand "I'll leave now. Mr Stilinski you can start from today"
After James was gone Stiles smiled like a gold medallist in Olympics, teeth bright as ever confusing Derek for merest seconds. Has Stiles forgotten him, thought Derek. His illusion was shattered when Stiles spoke up loud and clear "Remember me? I'm Stiles..." he leaned in and lowered his voice to deadly whisper "....the boy you cheated six years back"