Hii I really like your work and was wondering if I could request a Dennis Finch fanfic? I’ve never really requested before so I hope this works. Maybe something about secretaries day ???
I hope this finds you and that you have a good day :)
warnings: swearing
AN: Sorry it took so long to get out but I appreciate your patience and hope you enjoy this fic!
"Hey." I said, knocking on Jack's office door. Dennis looked up from his spot on the couch and gave me a tight smile. "Mind if I come in? Everyone else has gone home for the day." Dennis shrugged.
"Everyone really go home?" He asked, lowering his legs from the couch. I nodded. "What are you still doing here then?"
"Nina wanted those pictures developed and Elliot wasn't going to stay to do it. Figured a little overtime would be nice." I shrugged as I sat down next to him. "You ok?" Dennis nodded.
"Yeah. I mean Jack told me it wasn't going to last." Dennis looked off at the ceiling. "Jack usually ends up right one way or another." I chuckled and nodded. "I just wish it didn't end with everyone calling me his secretary or gorilla boy."
"I mean he does treat you like a secretary. And for a long while that was your official title." I said, gripping the little bag in my hands tighter.
"What?" Dennis asked, eyes wide as he looked over at me. I nodded. I bit my lip as he let his head fall back against the couch.
"When Jack first hired you. He called you his secretary. But honestly over time, you're as much an executive as he is." I shrugged. Dennis continued to stare at me. "And with the title change to executive assistant, I mean really that won't change anything you do. Hell. You'll still do everything you do to make sure that Jack stays on top of things."
"Yeah, like his damn secretary." Dennis scoffed as he looked back up at the ceiling.
"What I'm trying to say Dennis is that Blush would shut down without you. Jack would get distracted, Nina would drink herself into a coma or overdose on something, and Elliot would miss all his deadlines because he's trying to fuck the models. Maya wouldn't even be here if it weren't for Jack and how long do you think she'd stick around if he wasn't doing his job?" I pointed out.
"She needs this job though." Dennis muttered. I nodded.
"True. But really think. How long do you think she would stick around if Jack didn't do his?" I pointed out. "We've all left shittier jobs than this for less." Dennis nodded. "Blush depends on you Dennis. I hope you know that." Dennis sat back up with a small smile.
"I do now." He said, reaching over and squeezing my hand. "What's that?" He looked at the bag in my hands.
"Uh just a small gift. For today." I shrugged before handing it to him. "Between...the day...and what you went through..." Dennis smiled softly at me before scooting over to hug me.
"Thank you (Y/N)." He whispered before pulling back to tear into the tissue paper. "I've been looking for one of these!" He cried as he pulled out a little glass black cat. "Where did you get one?"
"I know a guy who used to work at SeaWorld. He made those glass orcas." I said with a smile. "He owed me one so I figured this would be the better use of the favor." Dennis hugged me again before getting up to carefully put the cat on his desk.
"Thank you." He said, holding his hand out for me. "What do you say to dinner? As a thank you and maybe...something else?" I took his hand, my face heating up slightly.
"I know I'm not one of the models you and Elliot chase..." I trailed off as Dennis kissed my cheek.
"Not a single one of them would do what you just did for me. Not a damn one of them." He assured me. "So dinner?" We walked to the elevator, hand in hand. Dennis looked at me hopefully.
"Yeah." I said, smiles growing on both our faces. "Let's go to dinner." Dennis moved my hand to his arm as we got into the elevator, smiling happily at each other.
