apandamandi

Drawn Together

Author: Apandamandi

Rating: 13+ Language/ rating might change as chapters progress

Summary: Nia Jones, an amazing design company has feelings for her boss. She is sure he doesn’t see her as anything except an okay employee, but she realizes otherwise when his half brother enters the picture.

Pairing(s): Female/Male

Note: Forgive any lingering errors…I HATE PUNCTUATION >.<


CHAPTER 5

Nia puffed and panted reaching the glass double doors of Wednesday’s Song exactly one minute before she was to give her presentation. Once inside, she asked for directions and found the executive board room full of big wigs in suits that she could never afford with opinions she didn’t really want to hear. She knew from the moment her feet hit that corporate carpet she was shark bait. They were ready to pass judgment on her and she would just have to take it, like the Knights of the Round Table. There were 6 seats on each side and 1 at the head of the oak table they sat around. All but the head chair was turned around and though she could tell someone sat in it, from the way it wobbled slightly, no one seemed to bother him or her, most likely a him the way things looked up here. Phallic symbols of male power were all around and the décor was bleak color.

She stood awkwardly awaiting instruction. Then, as if by some unspoken code, they all wordlessly pulled out notepads and began staring at her. She determined that this was a sign to her to begin the presentation or else.

“Good Afternoon, everyone. I’m Nia James.” she began peering over the rims of her glasses at the crowd who already seemed unimpressed by what she had to say. The head chair looked as if it was about to turn and join the rest of the group but didn’t. What is this the Legion of Doom, she sighed. “I’m a graphic designer from Sohma Graphics and I was charged with the task of creating the designs for your latest Wednesday’s Song ad campaign.”

“We know that.” one older balding gentleman huffed. “We know why you’re here. Why don’t you just show us what you’ve been sent here to show us.”

A little taken aback by the stern older man’s snappiness she decided to follow orders. “I will now present to you a sketch of what I hope you will accept as the new calling card for your Wednesday’s Song ads.” She reached into the folder which was supposed to have held her sketch of the woman and man in the mirror but found everything but the sketch. She looked up at the room full of placid and grumpy faces who stared back at her with no joy. Starting to feel a little nervous she continued to carefully search the confines of her folder and her bag until she gave up. Unable to come up with a quick solution she decided to continue her presentation without it, a bold move from her, if ever there was one.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” she sighed smiling all the while. “It seems I have misplaced the original sketch.” she laughed nervously taking her glasses off. “And so I have opted to do a quick drawing right now.”

Just as she stopped speaking she heard a displeased crowd speaking hushed words about her mishap. She was going to be canned for sure. Mr. Hayama had trusted her, one of the best, to do a job and she failed. Utterly destroyed inside by her blunder she had resolved to try and salvage what was left of her courage and just as she was about to speak up a hand shot up from behind the head chair.

She’s really going to do that? She’s mad.. “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for this, would you, Ms. James?” the voice boomed, accentuating her name like some great thing to be admired. The big wigs were struck silent by the voice of the man behind the chair. She looked closely at the paper in his hand and realized it was her sketch.

“But how? How could you have gotten that?” She paused squinting anxiously at her sketch in someone else’s hand. A hand with an expensive watch that looked vaguely familiar.

He turned his chair around slowly, a small smile on his face as he extended the arm with the paper gently placing it on the table.

“You…You. You.” was all she could manage to get out.

“Not quite. Yuu, is my cousin. I’m Yoshihide.” he loved seeing her all flustered. How fortuitous for him to have gotten the sketch of the unfortunate spaz who was to present and she just happened to be the intriguing, beautiful women he’d met on the street. “It seems we were destined to meet again, Ms. James.”

“This is so strange.” she placed her fingers to her lips as she searched for more meaningful things to say but couldn’t. Fate had pulled her into its warm embrace once more and favor smiled upon her.

“I think the idea you’ve captured here is wonderful.” He held up the paper for the big wigs who began squinting and scribbling as he talked. “It’s simple yet tasteful and it covers two demographics at once. You, Ms. James are nothing short of a genius.” They harrumphed and whispered again as he spoke “I think all of you will think so too after seeing this sketch.” He began passing the sketch down the table until it finally made its way back through the sea of stern stone faces back to him. Lots of huffing and muttering came from the big wigs in a sort of approval process which she could only attribute to Yoshihide’s kind words.

She stared blankly at him. Putting on her glasses, she went over to the head of the table and retrieved her sketch.

“Thank You.” she mouthed to him as she picked it up and walked back to the front. Placing the sketch on the big board in front of the room she sighed “I guess now I can give the real presentation.” she laughed.

Drawn Together

Author: Apandamandi

Rating: 13+ Language/ rating might change as chapters progress

Summary: Nia Jones, an amazing design company has feelings for her boss. She is sure he doesn’t see her as anything except an okay employee, but she realizes otherwise when his half brother enters the picture.

Pairing(s): Female/Male

Note: Forgive any lingering errors…I HATE PUNCTUATION >.<

CHAPTER 7

Nia, practically came skipping through the door her cheeks rising higher and higher the closer she got to Mr. Hayama’s office. She thought to knock on the door but decided against it and just barged in. Agito, sat at his desk, all his attention on a sketch or something of that sort, which he quickly dropped face down upon her unwarranted entrance to his fortress of solitude.

“Well aren’t you gonna ask how it went?” she mused leaning over his desk. He looked back down at his work, turning his chair to straighten up some imaginary paperwork in a nearby drawer.

“Well, I can tell you didn’t mess it up by the ridiculous smile on your face.”

“Hey!” she laughed, “Mr. Hayama, aren’t you the least bit curious and excited about how things went?”

“I’m elated, can’t you tell?” Who knew Mr. Hayama could be such a smart-ass? She did. And she couldn’t say that she exactly liked this side of him especially when the little barbs were directed at her.

“Don’t you at least want to know how it happened? What I said…about you…and er…the company?” She recovered quickly, having said a great deal about Agito throughout the meeting but not so much that the big wigs would find her continual use of his name rather odd and overly affectionate. She had seen how distressed he looked when he’d asked her to go down there in the first place. So she’d made sure to let them all know just how dedicated she was to the company and most of all to him. Only one person in attendance just couldn’t seem to get the message; Mr. Sohma.

“No, I’ll get the blow by blow report, soon enough.” Sighing, he reached for a cup of something hot nearer the edge of his desk and began taking a sip. Just as a bit of the warm liquid hit the back of his throat, his eye caught a glimpse of a familiar face walking through his office door.