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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not ( Read more... )
“Mister Aquila?” Esca asks, hating the hesitancy in his voice because he hadn't expected his new boss to be quite so young.
“Yes,” the man replies, glancing Esca's way, and Esca steps forward with his hand outstretched.
“Esca MacCunoval, sir, I'm your new assistant.”
“Ah, yes,” the man shakes his hand, and Esca hates the little voice in his head that notices the size of his new boss's hand, and somewhere in the back of his mind Esca acknowledges that the rumor mill might have a grain of truth to it, because the man is undeniably attractive.
“I told them I didn't need an assistant,” his new boss is saying, and Esca snaps out of his daze. “But since you're here you can brief me before our meeting.”
Oh. So it's going to be like that.
Esca forces a smile. “Yes, sir, of course.”
“And don't call me sir, I want to break that trend before it starts.”
“Certainly,” Esca replies, “how should I address you?”
“Marcus, if you'd like, since we'll be working one-on-one” he says, “but call me Mister Aquila around the other employees.”
“Certainly Mister Aquila.”
“Are there other employees around right now?” Marcus asks, and it's obnoxious but he's smiling, and Esca suddenly wants to punch that smirky smile off his face.
“No,” Esca replies through clenched teeth. “Shall I show you to the conference room, Marcus?”
“That'd be great, Essa.”
Fantastic.
“It's Esca.”
“Right.”
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“I'm not looking to placate them,” Marcus replies, picking up the colored markers. “If they show me they're worth keeping then they'll get to stay.”
“Of course, I just think they'd be more receptive to new ideas if they know they'll be here to help implement them.”
Marcus shrugs and tosses the red and black markers aside. “I think they should be receptive to new ideas because it's their job.”
“Right,” Esca replies carefully, “but they're still people. Set them at ease and make sure they feel secure in their positions, and then hit them with any changes you want to make.”
Marcus gives him a noncommittal nod and watches as Esca lines the reports on the table in order of importance.
“Anything else you require before I call them in?” Esca asks, turning to glance at him.
“Coffee,” Marcus replies.
Oh.
Esca tries to wipe the surprise from his face. “I'm sorry?”
“Coffee, two sugars.”
“I don't--” Esca begins, because he doesn't get coffee, but Marcus is already leaning over to skim the reports and Esca knows he needs to choose his battles wisely. “Of course. Anything else?”
Marcus turns back to him again. “Do I look alright?”
“I--” Esca pauses again, because he wasn't expecting that one - and the man looks gorgeous.
Esca eyes Marcus for a second, glancing up at him, and notices his tie is twisted on the left side causing his collar to bulge. He should probably reach out and straighten it, and if Marcus hadn't been acting like an ass for the last fifteen minutes he likely would have.
“You look fine,” Esca says, feeling a tiny sense of satisfaction - small victories and all that. “I'll call them in.”
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TWO THUMBS UP, ANON.
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Esca tries to resist saying 'I told you so' as he glances up from his papers to watch Marcus pace back and forth in front of the white board. “It definitely could've been better,” he says instead.
“Half of them seemed distracted, the other half seemed suspicious of everything I said.”
Told you so.
“Maybe it would've been better to set their minds at ease first.”
“That's not how I do things.” Marcus rubs his hand over the back of his neck in frustration, and when Marcus's fingers absentmindedly skim over his collar and catch on the bulge of the twisted necktie, Esca quickly glances back to his papers.
“Shit,” he hears Marcus mutter. Esca chances a quick glance back and watches as Marcus straightens out the tie and splays his hand over his collar, forcing it to lay flat. He looks frustrated and a little awkward, and for a moment Esca feels a bit guilty.
“Things will improve,” he says, offering the first vague words of encouragement that come mind. “They'll come around. I mean, they don't really have a choice.”
“True,” Marcus mutters, “I was just hoping things would run smoothly from the start.”
Hmm. Maybe he's not a complete ass.
Esca is just beginning to ponder the idea when Marcus speaks again.
“Before I forget, the coffee was too sweet.”
Ass.
“Apologies,” Esca says, not really meaning it, as he stands and tucks his papers under his arm, “I'm not exactly skilled in coffee preparation.”
He considers keeping the next statement to himself, but if Marcus can put a stop to the 'sir' trend before it starts Esca might as well nip the coffee trend in the bud.
“I wasn't required to make coffee for my previous boss.”
“It's fine,” Marcus says - his pacing has stopped, and he's staring up at his notes on the board. Esca is just about to head for the door when Marcus speaks again.
“Just use less sugar next time.”
Esca stares at the back of Marcus's head for a moment, blinking. “Less than two sugars?”
“No,” Marcus replies, not turning to look at him, “two sugars. But less next time.”
He can't be serious.
“I'll use a smaller spoon,” Esca says, feeling his jaw tighten, and he leaves without another word.
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Esca glances at the sheet in his hand. “Like what?”
“Perfect amount of sugar.”
That's the extent of it, and Esca glances at Marcus's mug and then up at his boss. Marcus doesn't meet his gaze, and continues reviewing the papers in front of him.
Damn.
Esca hadn't really been trying to get the perfect amount of sugar, he'd just been tossing odd amounts in each morning figuring at some point he'd hit the perfect sugar to coffee ratio - and if he never hit it, he didn't really care. Now apparently he'd done so, and he'd have to try to remember exactly how much he'd put in that morning.
Great.
“Have you ever considered that you might drink too much coffee?” It's out of Esca's mouth before he can stop it.
“No,” Marcus says, glancing up from his papers and giving Esca a look of amusement mixed with mild disdain. “Have you ever considered that you don't drink enough?”
It's a ridiculous comeback, and Esca rolls his eyes. “White sugar is horrible for you.”
“So have it without,” Marcus says, turning back to his work.
“Too much caffeine.”
“Decaf--” Marcus begins before giving his head a quick shake. “Why are we having this conversation?”
“I don't know,” Esca replies, though he does know - he was looking for a way out of having to make Marcus's stupid 'two sugars but not two sugars' coffee every single morning.
It was worth a shot.
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