“Don’t worry I can get this out in not time!” Stiles says while taking some napkins and starting to dab at the guys crotch.
‘Great way to start the first day Stiles. Yeah piss off one of the big suits with a position above you and get yourself fired before you even- OH SHIT’ Stiles suddenly is pulled out of his thoughts as he falls back away from the guy barely keeping what left in his cup. ‘Wait, did his eyes just flash red?’
“Isaac tell Erica our meeting will have to be rescheduled while I deal with this,” he says while some guy with curly, can hair actually be that way?, runs behind the counter and picks up the phone.
“I’m so sorry, I was just just coming in for the interview. I’ll let myself out,” Stiles says backing up and getting ready to run from security He really needed this job okay.
“Get up, you know how to fax right?”
“What?!” Stiles said getting up and
“Fax, facsimile. Issac will teach you. Don’t make me question Laura’s judgement. Get that stack right there and have them sent before lunch.
“That’s in half an hour!”
“Then you’d better get to it then,” the guy smirks before turning around and going though the heavy door into his corner office.
“I’ll help you in a second, don’t worry it’s a piece of cake but I’ve been busy with Derek’s schedule to do it. Don’t call him Derek, it’s a privilege. You’ll call him Mr. Hale or he’ll hunt down with his eyes and make you believe you could be dead from him staring at you,” the guy, Isaac as Stiles recalls is, says while transferring a call.
Stiles runs to get these done barely making it with time to spare.
On his way back he may or may not think about how his first day consisted of pissing off his boss by spilling coffee on his suit, touching his crotch accidentally, or catching as he changed into the sleeveless shirt under his suit that was probably ruined now.
He didn’t go to the restroom and rub one out, he has self control. He just files those thoughts and images away for a later time when he’s alone. As he was about to ask what was next a buzz was heard.
“Isaac send him in here, we need to have a little talk,” coming though loud and clear as Stiles imagined the ground taking pity on him and swallowing him whole.
Isaac gave a look of sympathy mixed with annoyance if that was possible as Stiles started walking.
“Pull another stunt like that again and you’re fired,” Derek, no Mr. Hale said while typing away at his computer and glancing up. “You finished didn’t you?”
“We’ll there’s more right here, these aren’t as urgent but they still need to get done,” Mr. Hale said while going back to typing whatever it was.
“Alright, Mr. Hale,”
“What’s your name again? Stilinski right?” Derek, NO MR. HALE, don’t wanna get fired, said while looking up towards him again back at the door.
Mr. Hale’s arms were stretched out yet slightly bent, still showing off the definition of a weekly gym membership while he waited for a reply.
“Something wrong?” He asked looking down to see if some coffee had soaked though to his white undershirt before he had a chance to take it off.
“No, just. Uh, nice watch,” ‘Yeah, smooth move Stiles,’ “And my last name’s pretty long so people usually just call me Stiles,” he said feeling a paper cut or nose bleed coming.
“It was a gift, Isaac will tell you what’s next after that… Stiles,” he said a moment later as Stiles had to quickly put a foot back in the door to keep it from shutting. His arms not wanting to move as fast with all these papers.
“You don’t need to call me ‘Sir’, Mr. Hale is fine. Don’t be late again, we don’t want to have another slip up like today do we?” he said while going back to typing away.
Stiles hissed, “Yeah, won’t happen again Mr. Hale,” before leaving to get these done.
He didn’t notice Derek staring at the way his khaki’s fit just right. (Tight) How he’d just out his neck while waiting for a reply during a conversation.
‘This kid is just a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen,’ Derek though as he cursed Laura talking him into this intern thing.
Peter was probably laughing at his golf club. Why had he decided to go into the family business, Derek asked himself as he called Boyd and said they were drinking tonight, even if Erica might object, which she wouldn’t. She probably already heard what happened.
What was he getting himself into. It felt more like being back into a corner than anything and Derek hated that.