Hmm... For the fic prompts modern Daine and Numair, secretary/boss au?!
Ha, sure!
The past week had been hell. Six projects needed oversight, two of which had been completely misunderstood by the employees assigned to work on them. Mr. Salmalin had spent three nights sleeping in her office to fix it all. His poor beleaguered secretary had been a champ, sticking them out with him and helping him untangle the metaphorical strings of it all. She had even been the one to remember that breakfast was a thing and make sure that Mr. Salmalin remembered to take a shave in his en suite bathroom before the work day started.
Friday had finally arrived and while neither of them were the sort to enjoy a night on the down liberally, Daine could really use the time to let her hair down and kick off her shoes. Clearing her throat twenty minutes after 8 PM, but even that noise didn’t seem to break her boss from his reverie. With a heavy sigh she rose to her aching feet and marched into the main part of his office. Hands on her hips, the young woman gave her CEO a glare until he noticed her.
“What is it, Miss Sarrasri?” Mr. Salmalin appeared confused and Daine resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Sir, it is way after the end of day, it is a Friday, and if you don’t spend at least tonight taking it easy, I will cross this desk and make you!”
His eyes shot towards his hairline and an almost dangerous smile curved the corner of his lips. “Is that so.” His voice was huskier than usual and Daine wasn’t quite sure what she’d gotten herself into this time, but she wouldn’t turn back now. Countless late nights and dinners and early mornings and practically taking care of her boss had made them grown close. It was become close or kill one another; she wasn’t naive about the corporate world.
“Yes, it is.”
“Then by all means…Daine.”
With a small smile she slid along the edge of his desk, trailing her fingers along its surface. “Are you sure you’re prepared for what I can do? I’m not just a secretary, you know.”
