#secretary!derek

[fineststerekcs]

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"Hale & Daughters Funeral Home," Derek says dully.

"Oh ho! And which daughter are you?"

Derek casts his eyes up to the ceiling. It's going to be one of those calls.

(In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.)

[redandhiswolf]

Office AU Christmas Party

((Idek what I'm writing anymore /sobs. Not Sterek tagged but with this blog unless it says otherwise assume Sterek undertones? XD))

This time he was roused out of his work mode, rubbing his eyes blearily, by the sound of the elevator and he stood, spine cracking, and went to investigate. He was all but falling against the frame of his door, staring at the harsh lines of his secretary’s shoulders as he logged in, and just then realized that the light outside was morning light, and he was out of Dr. Pepper. “Sorry bro, didn’t make it out for coffee this morning.”

He could see the judgment on Derek’s face as he looked at him, taking in the same shirt as the day before and the pair of sweats he kept stashed in his office, feet bare on the carpet. In response he yawned at him, scratched his stomach, and stumbled back toward his office. “Have someone go pick me up something with espresso,” he yelled back at him before turning and moving back to the doorway. “Oh and send out a nice, festive reminder about tonight’s Christmas party.” His grin suggested that he knew exactly how festive the reminder would be. “Make sure you’re there on time, you have a reputation to upkeep.”

“I’m busy,” Derek muttered, clicking angrily at something or other.

“It’s a required party,” Stiles stressed, watching his secretary’s shoulders tense up.

“It said attendance optional.”

“Obviously that doesn’t apply to the CEO’s secretary. Secretarial arm candy is required to attend!” Exhaustion momentarily staved off at the idea of the Christmas party Stiles darted back into his office, eyes practically gleaming at the last stack of paperwork he needed to get through before the holidays.

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His party was going great. Well, the company party that technically Erica had arranged, but it was his company, and part of being the CEO was that he got to claim all the credit. Always one to forgo a suit at any opportunity he had settled on a more festive option. In this case a lovely She-Ra and He-Man sweatshirt he had found, with almost painful bright green socks that peeked out every now in then. There were enough people so most people were able to find people to talk to, coworkers actually seeming to have fun (especially with the open bar), and the Christmas spirit hung heavily in the air.

Well, until the doorway physically darkened. Stiles tried not to roll his eyes but in the end could not resist temptation. A black suit, black shirt, and dark red tie (while stunning, oh dear god Erica was going to make him watch the sexual harassment videos again if she saw him right now) was not exactly festive.

Thankfully he had been prepared for this.

He waltzed toward the gloomy figure, not at all oblivious to the fact that most people seemed to clear an area around his secretary. “Halt in the name of the fashion police,” he said with an easy grin, coming to a stop in front Derek and meeting his glare easily. “I knew you would try something like this.”

“Something like what?” Actual confusion had thrown the man off his game it seemed.

“You’re outfit isn’t festive at all, take off your tie.”

“It’s red,” came the almost petulant growl, but the tie was removed grudgingly.

“New dress code!” He pulled out a rolled up tie out of his pocket, attempting for a moment to put it on before his hands were batted away and Derek’s took over the task easily. It was obvious that he hadn’t bothered to look at it before helping Stiles put it on him, but Stiles just grinned at it as he stepped back, glancing over at Boyd and motioning him over. “Isn’t it perfect?”

Boyd stared for a minute and bit back a laugh at the sight of the leg lamp from A Christmas Story decorating the tie. Stiles leaned forward and pressed on the tie before Derek could get away and…the lamp lit up.

Erica who had sidled up to Boyd wasn’t nearly so kind as to bite back the giggles at the sight of Derek’s incredulous face. Stiles just reached out, pinched his cheek, and fled before any repercussions could occur.

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Christmas parties were meant to be fun, light-hearted affairs, and he planned on ruining it with work. Technically though…technically it was already being ruined with glowers which only intensified each time someone managed to light up Derek’s tie. There was a euphemism there, he was sure of it, but it was almost Christmas and he was trying to stay on the nice list (or get on Derek’s naughty list, but that was something about his secretary that no one needed to know about).

No one was surprised when he got up to make a speech, or when he knocked over the microphone, and while he managed to grab it before the stand crashed he bumped into the table and sent a glass of water crashing to the ground. Wincing he tried to ignore it, instead shouting a cheery “Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays! Whatever you want to celebrate it doesn’t really matter as long as we all get off work, right?” The sound system made shrieks and whines of protest but he barreled through it, gesticulating wildly.

“Its been another great year and all, and I know you just want to hear that your Christmas bonuses are in the mail! Its great having you all at the company and I look forward to seeing you all in the new year. But first I have an announcement to make.”

He began struggling with his sweatshirt, which decided at that moment that it wanted to get stuck before he could pull it off his head, leaving him in a weird half-state that some of his employees feared was going to be a traumatic strip tease before he finally worked it off and stood there proudly, displaying his undershirt with a evident pride. It clung to his lithe frame and he tugged it down to be easily seen, their most popular character emblazoned there.

“It’s my pleasure to say that as of the first of the year our app department will be expanding and working to turn Little Red into a full-fledged handheld game for Nintendo systems!” He grinned at the room, eyes catching on various members in the crowd, seeing the surprise there. Most of all how taken aback Derek had seemed. It had been hard to work around a secretary that knew pretty much everything about his business and set up virtually all of his meetings, but he had this one. But hey, he was the CEO, he had to keep an ace or two up his sleeve.

The aftermath of the announcement was a buzz running through the room, people making their way to him, congratulating him, more than a few mentioning family members and friends that had experience that he should consider if expanding meant more jobs, and it was a while before he finally got free and was drawn over to the dark shadowy place over in the corner as surely as Simba would have been. “Did I manage to surprise you then?” he asked cheerily, shoving his hands in his pocket and rocking back and forth on his heels before almost falling over and settling down solidly on both feet.

“You kept it from me.”

The tone was more accusatory than he had expected and he found himself blinking at him. “That was kind of the idea, yep. Awesome CEO works out a deal, expands the company, everyone enjoys an awesome holiday break and knows that their jobs are safe. I understand if you’re speechless in awe of my amazing prowess though.”

His roguish wink was ignored, met with only a slight narrowing of the eyes. “You could have trusted me to help you.”

“So not about that,” Stiles replied with a roll of his eyes. He might have went on but Lydia was calling him over and he held up a finger to signal he would be a minute before turning back to Derek and pulling a small, crumpled envelope out of his pocket. “I know it’s early but Merry Christmas. You have you usual bonus of course but…yeah. Enjoy.”

He darted off in his usual flailing way, leaving Derek to look down at the envelope on his own. Maybe it wouldn’t mean anything to him, or maybe he would get what it was. The master key to the building should fall out first, and when he looked the slip that said “burn after reading” and the overriding security code, which just so happened to be 060710, the date that Derek had started working for him, was nothing that his secretary really needed considering he knew all of the security guards and everyone knew him. But it was symbolic, and Derek could choose to read into it or not and he seriously needed to stop thinking about this right now and just focus on the party and the gorgeous woman in front of him, demanding to know what he was thinking signing her department up for all of this without consulting her.

If he felt someone staring at him no matter where he was or who he was talking to for the rest of the night…he was the CEO, it was kind of to be expected.

[redandhiswolf]

Office AU Part 1

((I need to stop doing AUs when I'm supposed to be working. This is mostly just an AU building ficlet, but I think I might add a Christmas party ficlet and possibly Christmas!Sterek to get into the holiday spirit? This is my life when school lets out XD))

Every CEO of a company seemed required to have a secretary though, and he actually couldn’t think of anyone he would rather choose. Sure, his secretary was grumpy, but he was efficient: even if he did bully and terrorize people into getting things done for him. In all likelihood one day he was just going to snap and it would all be over, and his boss would probably be the first one he took care of. That was slightly unnerving, but at the same time it thrilled him to have that tiny hint of danger just outside his office.

When he started his mornings it was lounging on Derek’s desk, lanky limbs sprawled out in front of him as he waited for the clock to chime 8:00. Derek always emerged from the elevator at precisely 8:00, and he most days as he waited for the clock to chime he spent wondering how he managed it, considering the other people that rode the elevator. He was fairly certain that Derek had managed to get an elevator key to override the system and force it to the top floor without making any other stops, and while he should have been concerned that his secretary had security on his side (probably Boyd, Derek would go for the head honcho) it just made him grin everyday when Derek emerged looking immaculate in his suit.

Stiles handed him his coffee, with a cheerful good morning, loving the scowl on his secretary’s face. Each day he got a new concoction, some terrifyingly sweet, some bitter, some just flavor combinations that made no sense and made the baristas cringe. Everyday Derek finished the beverage. Nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement was offered as he took it, no “what was that” or “this one was actually good” or “if you ever order this again they will find your body facedown in the river.” It was just another of his personal challenges, trying to get his secretary to rise to the bait and actually show some emotion, and it was well worth the ribbing his driver, Scott, gave him when they pulled over each morning to get his secretary coffee rather than demanding that he bring it.

“Sir,” Stiles looked up to Derek looming, seriously the guy had issues if he was able to loom, over him, and was fairly certain that there was no one on earth that could say the title sir and sound so respectful and scornful at the same time.  It had really started up about the time that he decided as CEO he was more than welcome to wear whatever he wanted to work, and was trying to see how many days straight he could wear graphic tees without repeating them, going so far as to pull out shirts he had worn in high school. Today he had a meeting though, and needed to look respectable, so he had paired his Justice League shirt with nice charcoal pinstripe slacks and a blazer. It was a look. It was all him. Therefore it was fashion.

“So what’s on the schedule today?” Derek glowered again, not bothering to look at his calendar or anywhere else as he answered.

“Meeting at 9:00 with Mr. Whittemore. Phone conference at 10:45 withLydiafrom developing. 12:00 luncheon with Erica from human resources. At 2:57 call Scott about a car issue so he doesn’t meet up with Allison from customer service in the copy room at 3:00 and scar the other employees.”

The downside to hiring your best friend to have an awesome job like chauffeuring so he could be free most of the day to play video games whenever Stiles needed a break (often) was that he had managed to find his soul mate (or so Scott claimed) down in customer service. Still, it was his duty as CEO to make sure that no bodily fluids traumatized people while at work, and one of the interns, Isaac, had already needed therapy for finding them in a supposedly empty office.

Stiles just took it all in, thanking everything that once his meeting withJacksonwas over with he had a fairly easy day and nodded with a grin. “Make my phone conference withLydiaa Skype meeting,” he said without a moment’s hesitation. “Make sure that Erica brings her proposed plan for the Christmas party and let her choose where she wants lunch from to see if we’re staying in or going out, anything but Greek food which she’ll probably try to choose just to annoy me. If I never see another grape leaf again it will be too soon. I’ll be sticking around my office today but I’m going to replay Arkham Asylum so no needless pestering from my adoring fans if you please.”

He watched Derek purposefully closed his eyes, could see him mentally counting to ten, and then he was sitting in his chair, fingers flying over the keys without a single word to acknowledge his demands. Stiles merely started whistling and jauntily strode over to his office after tripping over the trashcan, flopping into his chair after he flipped on his Xbox, perfectly content knowing that everything would be taken care of. However grumpily.