Work Text:
Today is the big day. You have been counting the hours, rehearsing all the thousands questions that come to your mind, but now that the time has come you are speechless. It's so...Overwhelming, in a good way, to be granted such an amazing opportunity from your university to attend this conference. To witness him: the man, the GILF, the legend, the chairman.
His posture is upright, shoulders broad and wide, a pose that is powerful without trying. There is a regal air to this charismatic gentleman, and you could swear that every now and then, inbetween questions, he shoots glances at you. You wish you could ask questions too, and technically you could, but he's just so breathtaking that you bluescreen.
You mentally beat yourself up when the conference ends without you ever asking anything, but then the unexpected, the impossible, the too good to be true happens: he approaches you.
"Woi, hellow thar." he downward-nods at you with indescribable poise, his nearly bald head shines with the light of the setting sun filtered through the window, it's an idylliac scenario "Oi noutisst ju ahtt thaw queue-an-ae, yew seemt...Eegaw."
And you definitely were. Eager to ask questions, obviously. It's just that his presence is so imposing, almost...Intimidating. You widen your smile as you would do with a broken umbrella, like the pathetic creature you had earlier proven yourself to be in the parking lot, but that is a story for another time.
"Thank you so much, Chairman Hargrove." you emit feebly as you blush "I...Yes, I'm very eager to get learn more about you."
"Well, thaen. Wott woodjoo loik chu ahssk, Mx. ..." he looks at your identifying tag "Woi-aehn?"
"YN. It stands for Your Name." you give him a timid smile, and OH GOD he smiles back.
"Wott aw byewwchiful neimm foah aw byewtcheful djandeauh-nnoochrul reedah."
From your mouth comes out something that is half a giggle, half a hysterical laugh.
"I...I thought about this for the whole conference. There were so many things I am curious about that I feel like if I ask one question I'm going to waste an opportunity to ask something else, something more...Meaningful."
"Oi saee." he tries his best to still look at you while he side-eyes the door, what a kind man to still make some time for you when he's obviously so busy and in a hurry "Dzu yoo haff aw quaschin, thaen?"
"My question is: what question do you wish people asked you?"
"Oh!"
Hargrove stares at you for a hot, hot second. He's surprised, and genuinely impressed. It's like he can see it, like he can see you: you are not like other gender neutral readers, you are special. He sits next to you, and his expression gets pensive.
"A question for a man who has everything."
You bite your lip nervously, while he stares a little longer, and just when you start worrying that this last remark offended him, he places a hand on your thigh, caressing it and going up towards your crotch. You love it, and he knows.
"Ch-chairman?"
You are overwhelmed by emotion as he leans in to whispers in your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and then it happens.
He reveals that forbidden answer. You are the only one with this information, and you don't know what to do with it. You sit there, jaw clenched, completely frozen upon meeting this filthy, filthy realization. You can't even look at him, but you hear him laugh heartily.
He gets up and then gently places a 50£ bill on your lap. Red like his cravat, red like blood. A confident smile enhances his powerful stance.
"Foah yor soilintz."
He moves a few steps, about to walk away, but then comes back.
"Oi chaynjd moi moindt: heah." another 50£ on your lap, gently lifts your chin with his hand "Tzayk yoah cloaths ohff."