#secratary

Workplace drama! (Fanart of @cordspaghetti s Alpharetta gerard in the workplace

Punctuality. Over the years you've spent in his presence, you've grown to realize it was not simply a personality trait but a way of life for him. Efficiency being a close second.

“Long Night..?”

The words left his mouth softly with a faint but noticeably cheery lilt to it as a finger pushed his glasses up on his face. He'd always had a good morning, an impossible feat that he had somehow cracked the code to. A skill she was ever so secretly jealous of, but there was more to it than just that. The way his curls fell perfectly in place softly against his forehead each time she saw him, his glasses always in pristine condition, white button up ever so slightly straining against his pectoral muscles when he stretched or even reached to grab something from the overhead cupboards in the quiet breakroom they stood in. It was a bit creepy how often she took notice of it all, sure she could acknowledge that but it was her job to know him in and out.

As his secretary.

“Better than most but I assume your morning is going better than mine as usual. Gonna boast about it too?” her fingers drifting over the numerous flavored coffee pods as they landed on her usual, Toffee. An obnoxious but familiar symphony of whirring and gurgling from the Keurig began to fill the quiet atmosphere of the breakroom. Was it professional to tease her boss? No not at all, but it sure was fun, especially when the Kent in question didn’t seem to mind one bit. She could practically see the feigned offense spread across his face as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips; she found it hard not to notice how he seemed to rub off on her for better or for worse.

A scoff left him.

“I don’t boast, I simply–” He starts, pausing to find an accurate word to explain his morning nonsense as he leaned against the counter. His body is only a few feet away, and even in heels he still manages to ever so slightly create his own shadow over you at a staggering six foot, four inches. “I just enjoy telling you about my day, you unfortunately take it as boasting.” He continued with a hint of a smirk on his face, standing up straight as if he was proud of his conclusion as if he hadn't pulled it out of thin air.

A loud electronic beep broke through their conversation as her body turned towards the coffee maker, a quiet sigh leaving her.

“I get the sense you're annoyed with me, or are you just that tired…?”

Despite the teasing tone there was an edge of concern as he leaned a bit closer as if trying to find the cause for her exhalation himself. His head tilting to the side as a curl flopped over against his forehead before quickly laying back down gracefully. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he looked you over from head to toe, a slight furrow finding its way in between his brows. You'd come in late today, a rare occurrence but not something impossible and yet that didn't make him worry any less. You could see the way he very obviously looked over cubicles for her, constantly looking through the blinds of his office as if waiting to see even something so simple as her silhouette. For a while she'd tried to chalk it up to him simply technically needing her as his right-hand man, lady, since he did but there was more than that. The way he'd tense during conversations when she'd call him “Mr.” Despite how often he complained it made everything too formal.

“I'm just fine Mr. Kent, it's the afternoon, no? Surely, I'm allowed to sigh, right?” Your eyes met him as you gave a small reassuring smile, a hand coming up to brush up and down his arm in a soothing manner. In the very least that was her intention, an idea clearly lost by him as he tensed. His adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he stood up a bit straighter, a hand smoothing back nonexistent fly-aways as the other pushed up his glasses.

“Try not to worry about me too much, we have a deadline to meet this week.”

A final pat on the back was all he was given as you walked out, newly refilled coffee cup in hand as your palm found the doorhandle. The door silently clicks shut behind you as a muffled goodbye reaches your ears.

(ALL CREDIT TO @saradika-graphics FOR THEIR BEAUTIFUL GRAPHICS)