Anderson

Life is great. Working my way up from a little town in Ohio called Lima towards the big city of New York, my life turned out wonderful. Escaping Ohio was like flying towards the heavens above, it was magical and it made me feel as if I could do anything; which I should have considered since I was a teen running to the city of his dreams straight after high school. Back then, I wanted to go to NYADA as it was my life goal dream to end up being a Broadway star but when I didnt get in, my world shattered and I didnt know what else to do. I thought I was stuck in the little town of Ohio but I met someone in the Music Shop in Lima, his name was Chandler Kiehl- I struck gold.

He was officially one of the greatest person you will ever meet. We met during the winter season and spent our time with each other so yeah, hes my best friend. It was during his enrollment of NYU during the next following year when he hinted that I go to New York with him, saying that I could apply into different universities because I could do anything- which he hinted again, towards the fact that I enjoy designing as well.

Then, I was off with my best friend and actually got a job as a waiter to pay for the rent in the apartment I shared with Chandler. I ended up going to Cornell University where I studied and got my degree for Fashion Designing, I decided to take a minor course of business which helped me land my life that I am living today.

I am now working under one of the biggest fashion companies in the US which was a major realisation that I have made it and nothing can pull me down.

I groaned as I reached over to shut off the blaring sound of my alarm, I pulled up my head from the wonderful softness of my pillow and squinted my eyes as I read the time- 7:07 am. I groaned and switched off the alarm before laying down and rubbing my face as a way to wake me up faster. Thankfully, I live with no one which meant that I dont have to wake up to the sound of different things happening all at once, getting me more fired up than I should.

Stretching my limbs as I get up from my bed to start getting ready to head to work, I quickly made coffee and ate eggs and toast before taking a brisk shower. As I styled my hair, my phone went off clearly it was either my boss calling or my second alarm yelling at me to hurry up and get to move on as it was close to eight oclock meaning I would most probably end up late due to the heavy morning traffic of New York City.

I reached over, finding that it was in fact my boss calling me, I cleaned off the product that was all over my hands and swiping the green icon.

“Good morning, Kurt.” my boss greeted me with a bright tone, I smiled and answered him back. “I was calling to say that I am, in fact, late to the office which means that youll definitely be late as well...” I walked over to my bed where my shirt laid, picking it up and started to dress while I balanced the phone between my ear and shoulder, listening on to what my boss has yet to say to me. “Im close by to your apartment, and I was wondering if youd like me to pick you up along the way.”

“That would be great, if you dont mind-”

“Not at all,” he replied happily, “Besides, we have a lot to talk about since the business is blooming!”

We bid each other farewell as he ended his message with: “Ill be there in fifteen.”. I quickly put my scarf around my neck, adjusting it before placing my watch on my wrist, giving myself one quick look in the mirror before dashing out with my satchel.

We get to the office and I rushed to my desk and started up the computer as I knew emails from the other companies and clients have started to buzz in- like if, it ever stopped- and I signed in, my job began. The boss entered into his office, I leaned back onto my chair and let out a huge sigh- my boss is a wonderful man, hes like one of the nicest guy you would ever meet so working under him was a blessing. Not only was he wonderful but also a complete beauty! He says he doesnt really care about the sexuality of anyone and that makes 100 percent sense as he flirts with legit anyone attractive.

Now, I know hes amazing and would be totally date-able but everyone knows hes straight, even if he doesnt say it or the way he flirts with both genders; hes totally straight. I would know, because Ive been working under him for a year now and Ive noticed that he would only flirt with very beautifully fit men at parties but hed end up with a woman by the end of the night.

He apparently had a secret girlfriend that no one knew about before I worked here, they would say that the previous PA would get emails from a woman who would ask about the well being of the boss. But who knows, hes well known world-wide as one of the most gorgeous men: Mr. Cooper James Anderson.

“Psst.” I blinked and turned to my right to find a good colleague of mine, Adam Crawford. I smiled and pulled myself closer to the desk, closing a tab on the computer that was dedicated towards the website of the company. “Looking good, love,” he grinned as he came and sat on my desk, looking down at me with a bunch of papers in his hand.

“Morning, Adam.” I grinned. “How are you?”

“Doing pretty well,” he replied with a cheeky smile. “So, are you day dreaming over the boss?” I laughed and shook my head, “No? Damn, thats what everyone is going on about this morning.” He sucked in a breath, standing up and laying the papers on the desk. “Anyways, I need to see Mr. Beautiful-” I chuckled and nodded, picking up the office phone and hitting the number one button, waiting for Mr. Cooper Anderson to answer.

“Yello?”

“Mr. Anderson, the papers from Mr. Crawford is here at my desk; he needs to speak to you right away for the new types of models? Is it fine if hed head on in?”

“Oh yeah, sure, tell Adam to head on in.” He replied quickly, “Thanks. Kurt.”

“Well?” Adam asked, grinning at the beauty before him, who disconnected the call. Kurt smiled and nodded towards the door, Adam winked and walked off towards Coopers desk.

Its noon, Adam has gone back to his office to finalise things for the photo-shoot along with getting the different models and I have finished some appointments, called up clients and replied to emails – I need a break. I got up and walked to the elevator to head down to the break-room where I found two of the other co-workers of mine. I smiled as I got a cup of coffee and made a turkey sandwich before sitting down with my phone in hand checking emails. I jumped when a stack of papers were placed on the table and the sounds of the chair opposite me scrapping the floor, I looked up to find Adam looking so sad which kind of worried me.

“Hey, whats up with the face?”

“I am honestly so frustrated with the models that Im calling up,” the British man complained, rubbing his face with his hands. “I swear these models will be the death of me, ugh!” he slammed his hand down and looked at me with sad eyes. “Do you know anyone who will work? Anyone with a big body?”

“What body?”

“Like, uh, American football players?” Adam replied quickly, looking hopeful. “This months magazine has at least three pages of sports, I mean I have a few picture of Brody Weston- great body! But we need a bulkier guy and-” he reached over and held my hands, being all dramatic causing me to shake my head at his playfulness. “Will you help me, love?”

“Gosh, okay. Ill call up some people and see if I can do something.” Adam jumped with glee, fisting the air as he yelled out yes. I laughed as he came over to my side and gave me a big wet kiss on my right cheek before sprinting out with his stack of papers, probably on his way to the dark room.

I sighed and quickly finished up, clearly needing to go back to my desk as I have work to be done. Thinking of ways to help Adam, I remembered that he knew someone who would fit into the description of what Adam needed but I would need to call up someone I loves dearly but also someone I hates at times.

I sat on my chair, picking up the office phone and dialing up, clearly regretting it in a way but hey, it would be amazing to hear my friends- its been way too long.

“Hello?”

“Hi Santana, I need to ask you for a favour.”

That night I went home with such a headache, half way throughout the last three hours of my work a client decided to call up and yell because of the item she ordered that has not been delivered apparently. Of course she had to go through different levels of employees before I got a hold of her, man she was a hard one to get by which meant staying in until ten thirty with Mr. Anderson.

Her complaint was that she didnt receive her order, we had to go through the whole process slowly and found out in the end, that she had in fact received it but the item was hidden away from her by her husband who joined in the conversation an hour in.

And all she said was Oh, well I guess Ill just go. Hahaha, my husband is a crazy man sometimes and then she hung up! She fucking hung up! Mr. Anderson just shook his head and rubbed his face before telling me that I get to come in work tomorrow around eleven which I gratefully accepted- not that I will use that opportunity.

Anyways, here I am: sitting on my couch with a glass of scotch and the violin playing in the background. I looked over to the door, waiting for some friends to come over. Sure, I shouldve gone out to a pub to get together with them but I honestly did not feel like outing so theyre forced to come over.

I looked at my half empty glass and sighed, placing it on the glass coffee table, I stood up and went to the kitchen where I gathered some crisps when I hear my doorbell go off which meant my friends are here. I tossed the crisp packet onto the kitchen counter as I strut towards my door, opening it to find that not only my best friend came but along with the other two people that I trusted the most. I smiled at the sight and stepped aside to allow them to come into my home, my wonderfully expensive apartment- working for Mr. Anderson pays very well.

“Hey Porcelain,” Santana called out as I closed the main door. “Why is your bottle of scotch almost done? What did you do, have an orgy?” I rolled my eyes and joined them all, who chuckled in amusement from Santanas remarks.

“Shut up, Santana,” I groaned, plopping down onto my Sloane Leather Corner Sofa, laying my head to rest as I stared up at the ceiling. “Work was shitty today, some stupid bitch called up and complained about an item she bought but has not been delivered for almost a month,”

“Woah,” Elliot stared at me but I shook my head and continued my explanation.

“No, we didnt fall upon a crack, Elli,” I rubbed my face with my hand. “Turns out that it had been delivered to her like last week or something but she couldnt find it because her fucking husband hid it away.”

“Hmm.. alright, lady-Hummel.” Santana spoke, which reminded me about my favour.

“San, did you check whether or not you had Karofskys phone number?”

She smirked and jokingly responded, “Aw, Hummel, are you trying to get a booty-call? Damn, I expected a slimmer guy than Dave but then again, you did make the bear-trend like two seasons ago-”

“Santana, I am not into bears and that magazine trend was about animal prints! Its legit a home-decor ideal, like I have a freaking Zebra print as my rug, right under this coffee table,” I pointed at it with my foot, she rolled her eyes. “But please, this is a huge thing for the company and-”
“Jesus, Porcelain,” She laughed, pushing me. “I called and he said that hell call you when hes free tomorrow.”

“Are you sure this is something that no one in the media department can handle, Kurt?” Chandler asked, looking very curious as to why I am dealing with something that I should not worry about as I dont fall into that work environment. “I mean, you are the PA but shouldnt the Anderson dude, have his own team doing that?”

“Well yeah but I thought I would-”
“Did that Crawford dude ask, Kurt?” Chandler insisted, glaring at me. I sighed and looked away, causing the three of them to groan in frustration. “Kurt, are you fucking around? Hes basically using you! This is the fifth time in the past two months!”

“Yeah, Kurt,” Elliot jumped in. “You should be dealing with your own issues as you work in the higher scale of the company, youre working under the main man- you could be fired for doing someone elses work!”

“Lady, if hes a sort of rebound then-” I cut Santana off with a glare. “What? Its true. Youre still getting over that asshole, Cody.” I rolled my eyes. “Kurt, you got your tore into pieces but that dude is not worth crying over for, hes legit a fuckboy and anyone can tell.”

“Babe, its been six months,” Chandler spoke softly, curling up beside me allowing me to rest against him and cry. “Sweetie, hes not worth it. Hes just a fucker with a good body plus, you should date someone who can actually talk to you about something other than those stories he told,” I looked up at the three of them and sighed, Chandler smirked and ended his sentence with: “ And besides, he works as a fucking fake Santa Clause.” which had everyone, even me, burst into a fit of laughter.

The following morning, I got up with a headache but I was sure thatll pass throughout the day unless something like the event that happened yesterday reoccur. Chandler, Elliot and Santana had left my place, quite tipsy, around one in the morning but I was alright; seeing them made everything better because I know they had my back. Fixing myself a coffee before running out of my apartment to get into a cab to head towards the Andersons Co. I realised that I completely forgot about meeting up with Adam and Dave, who actually called me whilst I was in the midst of my breakfast and Dave was on his way to Andersons around eleven which gives me about an hour to prepare.

Reaching my work, I quickly pay the cab and ran in, rode up the elevator to the twenty-fifth floor; fast-walking to my desk, I dropped my satchel under the desk and started up my computer, loading up emails and started to reply those who are asking for an appointment with Mr. Anderson when Adam, all of a sudden, was at the side of my desk.

I smiled and pushed myself away from my desk, turning my direction and attention towards him, who couldnt stop grinning, showing his beautiful teeth. “Hello, Mr. Crawford,”

“Morning, love,” he said with a gentle tone but you could tell there was hints of excitement. “Thanks for that by the way, Im hoping the meeting goes well so I can finally have the last things for the article.” I nodded, turning back to the phone that had started to ring, I picked it up and wrote down some notes that the customer was asking for; and Adam decided to continue on, “Anyways, dont forget to be there.. youre like my good luck charm.” he winked at me causing my cheeks to go slightly red. “See you in twenty.” with that he walked off, nodding at one of the co-workers along the way.

I sighed in relief and ended the call to gather up some of the things that is needed- my phone and my work phone. I looked around to find Misty, I smiled and told her to take my place until I come back which she happily agreed.

I stalked off to the fifth floor, walking to the elevator before bumping into someone- hard. I groaned, holding my shoulder, as I turned to look back at the asshole who didnt look at where he was going. Honey met Ocean and everything dropped, I couldnt hear anyone or see anyone as I stared into the beautiful orbs.

Holy Fuck.