Hitman

I smiled at the handsome guy sitting in front of me. Copeland's picture of him must've been pretty outdated because this Mikey was H-O-T. "Hey, I'm uhhh John, John Davina," I moved closer to him and held out my hand, "I'm your new personal secretary." He shook my hand, his grip was firm yet strangely friendly.

"I'm Michael Way, but you can call me Mikey, or Mr. Way. Whichever one you prefer, but in all honesty, I'm more comfortable with the first one."

His voice, oh god his voice. It was heaven to my ears. I pulled my hand away from his and put it behind my back, "Anything you need me to do sir?" I saw a look of amusement flash on Mikey's face. He thought for a moment, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"No offence John, but what can you do is the question?"

I smirked, he gave me the perfect window of opportunity. "Well sir," I sauntered over to his side of the desk, "I can do...Anything. You. Want." I was practically purring at this point. I heard him inhale sharply. He didn't look too uncomfortable, so I hammed it up a bit and traced my index finger from the side of his face down to his neck, to his chest, to his..."Mr.Way!"

The annoying front desk lady's voice blared from his phone speakers. "Damn..." I muttered to myself.

Mikey looked frightened as he picked up the phone, "H-hello?" His voice was almost a full octave higher. He cleared his throat and spoke again, "Yes, hello." The only word I was able to make out from the other line was "appointments." Mikey turned away from me and continued to talk to her as I stood there awkwardly.

After a few minutes, he hung up and turned back to me. "What were you asking again, John?"

'Oh so we're gonna pretend like this never happened? Okay then...'I thought to myself. "I asked if there's anything you wanted me to do."

Mikey smirked at me, "Actually, there is something you could do for me right now..." his tone was suggestive. I smirked right back, my plan was working. He continued, "I need you to," He dug through his cabinet and pulled out a huge stack of papers, "copy the papers with the stamps, stamp the ones without the blue stickers, and shred the ones with the blue stickers."

'Motherfucker...'

I put on my best fake smile and took the papers down to the copy room. This guy is one tough nut to bust. No pun intended.

Notes

Okay maybe a little pun intended. Anyway, here's the chapter! I'm so excited for this story, I promise it'll get better. Hope you're enjoying it so far!

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