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It’s been three months since I started my new job at the Daily Titan, a newspaper company. Needless to say, these last few months has been nothing but exhausting. The whole organization of this company was beyond weird like nothing I’ve ever seen or heard of. The company is led by the CEO, Dallis Zacklay, and is organized into three main branches. I don’t know who came up with the corny names for these but there’s the Military Police who’re the top dogs of the company and makes all the important decisions. In my opinion, they’re more like a bunch of arrogant jerks that sits in their offices all day and talk about soap operas and such. Pisses me off to no end, those ignorant pigs.

Next, there’s the Garrison and they are responsible for editing the newspaper. Most of the people in there are decent, not bad.

Finally, there’s my branch, the Scouting Legion also known as the Survey Corps or Recon Corps, whatever you want to call it. We take care of the actual content of the paper, from the research, to the arrangement of the paper, to the actual writing of the articles itself. In other words, we do almost all the work. To be honest, I can’t find the right words to describe the people within the Survey Corps. They sure are a lively bunch; at least that’s what my fellow newbies and I thought.

The formation of the business goes even more into detail than just the three main branches. Inside each branch, there are multiple departments each led by a different person and the branch itself is watched over by one person. The head of my branch is Erwin Smith. I met him once during my time here. He’s a pretty cool guy, handsome, got some funky eyebrows. He’s cool. Yet, the head of my department is a whole different story.

I was assigned to the Special Editorials department alongside Eren Jeager, a guy around my age who applied the same time that I did. The first day that we walked into the office, poor Eren got a dictionary thrown at his face for stuttering during his self-introduction. By who, you may ask? By our demon of a boss, Rivaille. He’s one hell of a boss, that’s for sure. He’s a short man in his late 20’s, I can’t beat him in both height and age. If I were to give an estimate, I would say he’s around 5-6 years my senior. I am, however, about 99.99% positive that he absolutely despises Eren and I.

For one, he assigned us to the two desks way in front where we were most visible from the glass door that separated his office from ours.
Two, Eren and I were always last to get dismissed to lunch, thanks to the pile of work that he gives us five minutes before lunch begins. Three, he always, always, ALWAYS, orders Eren and I to clean the office the minute we arrive. I swear, that man has a cleaning obsession. Clorox and Windex probably turns him on for all I know. Though I have never seen him actually clean before. Which brings us to today…

I entered the office at exactly 7:29 A.M. the first greeting that I received was a dirty rag to the face.

“The windows are dirty. Wipe it.” Rivaille ordered with his hand stuck casually in one pocket. Tch, lazyass.

“Yes, O great boss. I will get on with it right away.” In a sickening, sweet voice, I replied.

With a heavy slam, I dropped my purse on my desk and sauntered over to the large windows overlooking the city. Good thing I wore flats today; this task can be quite a pain in the butt with heels. However, the downside…I couldn’t, for the life of me, reach the top of the window. Rivaille stood behind me and watched as I hopelessly hopped up and down trying to reach the top. I was usually the second in the office, right behind Rivaille, so there wasn’t anyone in at the moment to laugh at my futile attempts. I gave up and decided that I might as well just wait for Eren to get here.

“Oi. Done already?” He asked.

“Yeah, what do you think?”

“You missed a spot up there.” He pointed to the same spot that I purposely left for Eren.

“What makes you think that I can reach up there anyways? If you want to so badly then why don’t you clean it yourself, Mr. Rivaille?” His face darkened at my snide remark.

“Annoying brat.” He left without another word and I secretly smiled to myself. Victory!

Later on the day, Gunther, a guy in the same department as I, came up to me after he exited Rivaille’s office.

“Boss wants you to make him a cup of coffee.” He informed me.

“Hah? Isn’t that supposed to be Petra’s job?” Petra was Rivaille’s assistant and coffee making was her responsibility.

“I don’t know. He specifically asked me to tell you.” I groaned.

“That man hates me to all hell.” I said, defeated, and trudged into the break room.

Coffee making was definitely not my forte. There’s a reason why I buy my coffee every morning! To top it all off, I have no idea what Rivaille’s coffee preferences were. So after a couple of failed attempts at making proper coffee, I just decided to bring it to him black, with sugar and cream on the side.

Without bothering to knock, I walked in his office with the steaming cup.

“About time. You took a long dump or something?” By this time, I have gotten used to Rivaille’s totally unnecessary poop jokes.

“Yeah, long dump that burned my hand three times.” I retorted. “Here’s your damn coffee.” I
placed the cup on his desk and tossed the packages of sugar and cream alongside it. Another thing I’ve learned during my time in this office is that there’s no need to talk politely to Rivaille. He acts the same either way. While it’s normal for one to talk with respect to their superior, I just don’t flow that way with Rivaille. It’s not like he calls me out for disrespecting him anyways.

He took a sip from the cup and looked back up as expressionless as ever.

“Tastes like shit.” He commented. Makes me wonder how straight, black coffee can possibly taste bad.

“Good to know. Maybe adding some sugar will help. Can I leave now?” I asked and turned towards the door.

“Hey. Do you know why I assigned you to that desk right in front of my office?” He asked, completely ignoring my question.

“So you can fulfill your lifetime dream as a stalker and watch my every move?” I suggested.

“No. It’s so I can watch over your lazyass and make sure you’re doing your work. Now get back out there.” I gratefully complied and stepped out.

“Oh and did I ever tell you that you make a stupid face whenever you fall asleep during work?” He said just as I closed the door. With a flaming red face, I settled onto my chair.

“He’s such a jerk.” I huffed and buried my head under my arms.

I was more than thankful when the clock struck 6, signaling the end of work. I got up and stretched.

Eren walked from around his desk to mine. “Hey (Name),”

“Yeah?”

“A couple of us from the branch are gonna go out and grab some drinks. Do you wanna come along?” I shook my head.

“No thanks. I’m pretty tired today. Maybe some other time.”
“Haha, okay. See you tomorrow then!” He laughed.

I muttered a quiet “Mm. See you.”

I left the office in a record five minutes, in a hurry to get out of the damned place. Unbeknownst to me, I had left something important behind in my rush to leave.

“Ugh, I sure feel like an idiot.” I complained as I stood in front of the building that I had Oh-so-wanted to leave earlier in the day. With a sigh, I pressed the button on the elevator for the 11th floor.

I arrived in front of the door to the office with quite a big surprise in front of me. There stood Rivaille, three hours after work ended, mopping the floor. I thought that he would never clean! He’d abandoned the jacket and the tie that he had previously donned several hours ago and he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows with the top three buttons undone. I have to say, even my big jerk of a boss looked quite sexy right now. I realized that I had stood there gawking at him for the longest time and so I recollected myself and tried to open the door. Note the keyword, tried. The door was locked. Apparently my boss had the grand idea of locking the door as he cleaned.

So what could I do? Nothing…besides pounding on the door and yanking on the doorknob obnoxiously. That was exactly what I did. It took a while since Rivaille was so focused on his cleaning but eventually he did look up. Needless to say, he was not too pleased to see me. Boy did he look pissed. I’ve never feared for the safety of my life as much as I did now. The way that his dark eyes met mine with a predatory fierceness as if to say that this was his territory scared me to no end.

Slowly, he stalked over to me and unlocked the door; his eyes never left mine.

“What. Do. You. Want.” He asked with such venom in his voice that it chilled me to the bone.

“Um…I left my phone on my desk. I just came to grab it…yeah…” He glared at me for a couple more seconds and stepped to the side. I walked to my desk with a quick pace and he followed not to far behind. It was hard to see since the office was barely illuminated by the lights out in the hall.

“Phone…phone…phone…ah! There it is!” Just as I grabbed my phone, Rivaille took it away in a flash.

“Hey! Give it back!” I fumed and jumped as he held my phone high up in the air. He may be short, but that man has some long arms.

“Not a word about this to anyone.”

“What? That you like to clean the office in your free time?” I asked as I continued to bounce up and grab my phone. He tilted his head to the side and gave me a small nod.

“Okay, okay. I won’t. I don’t even see what’s so bad about this that you have to hide it. Everybody knows you’re a neat freak anyways.”

The last part must’ve pissed him off even more because he held it even higher and away from my grasp.

“Alright, I take that back! Just give me my phone!” Seeing as he won’t be giving up anytime soon, I spun my office chair around and stood atop it. It sure gave me a great boost in height, a little unsteady, but an advantage for sure.

“Aha! I got it!” I cheered as I touched the edge of the screen just as Rivaille decided to put his hand down and I, being the horrible balancer that I was, slipped off the spinny chair and nearly fell to my death if not for the comfortable object that cushioned my fall. Said object being my boss. Such great luck that I have. Good thing I decided to change into a pair of pants. It would’ve been rather awkward if I were in a skirt.

The position that I landed in was quite comfy, though I can’t quite say the same for my little boss on the ground. While I had somehow managed to land with my legs on either sides of his body and I was seated on his stomach, Rivaille was laid flat on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. My phone had slid across the tile floor, long forgotten.

“Tch. Damn brat.” He grumbled and leaned up using one of his arms as support. We were so close; our noses were practically touching.

“S-sorry?” I whispered.

“Do you think,” he tilted my chin up roughly with his free hand. “That I would accept a shitty excuse for an apology like that?”

“N..no?”

“Heh. Damn straight. If you think that I’ll forgive you with that then you’re a thousand years too early.”

“How…how do you suppose I can ask for your forgiveness then?” For the first time, I saw a spark of emotion on his otherwise-stoic face. He smirked and his face crept ever so slowly closer to mine till our lips touched. It was an understatement to say that I was surprised. I didn’t know how to react so I just sat there as he repeatedly pressed his lips to mine. The hand on my chin slid over and nestled in my long locks. His other arm, which he used for support, was no longer needed as he guided it around my waist and the distance between our bodies lessened.

“Hey, don’t just sit there like a damn rock.” He whispered in my ear and nipped the lobe. I sucked in a breath and rested my hands on his chest. His movements ceased at once.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked quietly. He said nothing, just buried his face into my shoulder. Since he didn’t move, I rested my head against his shoulder as well. He didn’t smell strongly of any particular cologne. He smelled clean…fresh…like a beach. It was relaxing until he bit my neck.

“Kya!” I squeaked. “Way to ruin the moment, you ass.” I frowned and lightly punched his chest.

“Heh. You should’ve heard how pathetic your squeak sounded just now.” He teased and grabbed my hands. Finally removing his head from my shoulder, he turned to face me again.

“It’s late. Go home.” He murmured and gave my nose a kiss.

“What makes you think that I’m gonna accept a shitty excuse for a goodbye kiss like that?” He flicked my forehead for mocking him and tugged me closer as his lips claimed mine once more.

“There. Now leave.” He ordered.

“Fine, fine. Sheesh, you’re so insistent.” I pushed myself up and walked to the door. My hand lingered on the doorknob.

“Hey Rivaille…if I keep quiet about this whole ordeal, what are the chances of me getting some more kisses like that do you think?”

“Never in a million years.” He replied in monotone.

“Ehh~~ such a disappointment~” I whined before I smiled and opened the door. “Goodnight, Rivaille.”

“Ah. Good night.” I walked out and closed the door behind me. The lock clicked in place.

“Oh. My phone. I forgot.”

Description
It’s been three months since I started my new job at the Daily Titan, a newspaper company. Needless to say, these last few months has been nothing but exhausting. The whole organization of this company was beyond weird like nothing I’ve ever seen or heard of. The company is led by the CEO, Dallis Zacklay, and is organized into three main branches. I don’t know who came up with the corny names for these but there’s the Military Police who’re the top dogs of the company and makes all the important decisions. In my opinion, they’re more like a bunch of arrogant jerks that sits in their offices all day and talk about soap operas and such. Pisses me off to no end, those ignorant pigs.

Next, there’s the Garrison and they are responsible for editing the newspaper. Most of the people in there are decent, not bad.

Finally, there’s my branch, the Scouting Legion also known as the Survey Corps or Recon Corps, whatever you want to call it. We take care of the actual content of the paper, from the research, to the arrangement of the paper, to the actual writing of the articles itself. In other words, we do almost all the work. To be honest, I can’t find the right words to describe the people within the Survey Corps. They sure are a lively bunch; at least that’s what my fellow newbies and I thought.

The formation of the business goes even more into detail than just the three main branches. Inside each branch, there are multiple departments each led by a different person and the branch itself is watched over by one person. The head of my branch is Erwin Smith. I met him once during my time here. He’s a pretty cool guy, handsome, got some funky eyebrows. He’s cool. Yet, the head of my department is a whole different story.

I was assigned to the Special Editorials department alongside Eren Jeager, a guy around my age who applied the same time that I did. The first day that we walked into the office, poor Eren got a dictionary thrown at his face for stuttering during his self-introduction. By who, you may ask? By our demon of a boss, Rivaille. He’s one hell of a boss, that’s for sure. He’s a short man in his late 20’s, I can’t beat him in both height and age. If I were to give an estimate, I would say he’s around 5-6 years my senior. I am, however, about 99.99% positive that he absolutely despises Eren and I.

For one, he assigned us to the two desks way in front where we were most visible from the glass door that separated his office from ours.
Two, Eren and I were always last to get dismissed to lunch, thanks to the pile of work that he gives us five minutes before lunch begins. Three, he always, always, ALWAYS, orders Eren and I to clean the office the minute we arrive. I swear, that man has a cleaning obsession. Clorox and Windex probably turns him on for all I know. Though I have never seen him actually clean before. Which brings us to today…

I entered the office at exactly 7:29 A.M. the first greeting that I received was a dirty rag to the face.

“The windows are dirty. Wipe it.” Rivaille ordered with his hand stuck casually in one pocket. Tch, lazyass.

“Yes, O great boss. I will get on with it right away.” In a sickening, sweet voice, I replied.

With a heavy slam, I dropped my purse on my desk and sauntered over to the large windows overlooking the city. Good thing I wore flats today; this task can be quite a pain in the butt with heels. However, the downside…I couldn’t, for the life of me, reach the top of the window. Rivaille stood behind me and watched as I hopelessly hopped up and down trying to reach the top. I was usually the second in the office, right behind Rivaille, so there wasn’t anyone in at the moment to laugh at my futile attempts. I gave up and decided that I might as well just wait for Eren to get here.

“Oi. Done already?” He asked.

“Yeah, what do you think?”

“You missed a spot up there.” He pointed to the same spot that I purposely left for Eren.

“What makes you think that I can reach up there anyways? If you want to so badly then why don’t you clean it yourself, Mr. Rivaille?” His face darkened at my snide remark.

“Annoying brat.” He left without another word and I secretly smiled to myself. Victory!

Later on the day, Gunther, a guy in the same department as I, came up to me after he exited Rivaille’s office.

“Boss wants you to make him a cup of coffee.” He informed me.

“Hah? Isn’t that supposed to be Petra’s job?” Petra was Rivaille’s assistant and coffee making was her responsibility.

“I don’t know. He specifically asked me to tell you.” I groaned.

“That man hates me to all hell.” I said, defeated, and trudged into the break room.

Coffee making was definitely not my forte. There’s a reason why I buy my coffee every morning! To top it all off, I have no idea what Rivaille’s coffee preferences were. So after a couple of failed attempts at making proper coffee, I just decided to bring it to him black, with sugar and cream on the side.

Without bothering to knock, I walked in his office with the steaming cup.

“About time. You took a long dump or something?” By this time, I have gotten used to Rivaille’s totally unnecessary poop jokes.

“Yeah, long dump that burned my hand three times.” I retorted. “Here’s your damn coffee.” I
placed the cup on his desk and tossed the packages of sugar and cream alongside it. Another thing I’ve learned during my time in this office is that there’s no need to talk politely to Rivaille. He acts the same either way. While it’s normal for one to talk with respect to their superior, I just don’t flow that way with Rivaille. It’s not like he calls me out for disrespecting him anyways.

He took a sip from the cup and looked back up as expressionless as ever.

“Tastes like shit.” He commented. Makes me wonder how straight, black coffee can possibly taste bad.

“Good to know. Maybe adding some sugar will help. Can I leave now?” I asked and turned towards the door.

“Hey. Do you know why I assigned you to that desk right in front of my office?” He asked, completely ignoring my question.

“So you can fulfill your lifetime dream as a stalker and watch my every move?” I suggested.

“No. It’s so I can watch over your lazyass and make sure you’re doing your work. Now get back out there.” I gratefully complied and stepped out.

“Oh and did I ever tell you that you make a stupid face whenever you fall asleep during work?” He said just as I closed the door. With a flaming red face, I settled onto my chair.

“He’s such a jerk.” I huffed and buried my head under my arms.

I was more than thankful when the clock struck 6, signaling the end of work. I got up and stretched.

Eren walked from around his desk to mine. “Hey (Name),”

“Yeah?”

“A couple of us from the branch are gonna go out and grab some drinks. Do you wanna come along?” I shook my head.

“No thanks. I’m pretty tired today. Maybe some other time.”
“Haha, okay. See you tomorrow then!” He laughed.

I muttered a quiet “Mm. See you.”

I left the office in a record five minutes, in a hurry to get out of the damned place. Unbeknownst to me, I had left something important behind in my rush to leave.

“Ugh, I sure feel like an idiot.” I complained as I stood in front of the building that I had Oh-so-wanted to leave earlier in the day. With a sigh, I pressed the button on the elevator for the 11th floor.

I arrived in front of the door to the office with quite a big surprise in front of me. There stood Rivaille, three hours after work ended, mopping the floor. I thought that he would never clean! He’d abandoned the jacket and the tie that he had previously donned several hours ago and he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows with the top three buttons undone. I have to say, even my big jerk of a boss looked quite sexy right now. I realized that I had stood there gawking at him for the longest time and so I recollected myself and tried to open the door. Note the keyword, tried. The door was locked. Apparently my boss had the grand idea of locking the door as he cleaned.

So what could I do? Nothing…besides pounding on the door and yanking on the doorknob obnoxiously. That was exactly what I did. It took a while since Rivaille was so focused on his cleaning but eventually he did look up. Needless to say, he was not too pleased to see me. Boy did he look pissed. I’ve never feared for the safety of my life as much as I did now. The way that his dark eyes met mine with a predatory fierceness as if to say that this was his territory scared me to no end.

Slowly, he stalked over to me and unlocked the door; his eyes never left mine.

“What. Do. You. Want.” He asked with such venom in his voice that it chilled me to the bone.

“Um…I left my phone on my desk. I just came to grab it…yeah…” He glared at me for a couple more seconds and stepped to the side. I walked to my desk with a quick pace and he followed not to far behind. It was hard to see since the office was barely illuminated by the lights out in the hall.

“Phone…phone…phone…ah! There it is!” Just as I grabbed my phone, Rivaille took it away in a flash.

“Hey! Give it back!” I fumed and jumped as he held my phone high up in the air. He may be short, but that man has some long arms.

“Not a word about this to anyone.”

“What? That you like to clean the office in your free time?” I asked as I continued to bounce up and grab my phone. He tilted his head to the side and gave me a small nod.

“Okay, okay. I won’t. I don’t even see what’s so bad about this that you have to hide it. Everybody knows you’re a neat freak anyways.”

The last part must’ve pissed him off even more because he held it even higher and away from my grasp.

“Alright, I take that back! Just give me my phone!” Seeing as he won’t be giving up anytime soon, I spun my office chair around and stood atop it. It sure gave me a great boost in height, a little unsteady, but an advantage for sure.

“Aha! I got it!” I cheered as I touched the edge of the screen just as Rivaille decided to put his hand down and I, being the horrible balancer that I was, slipped off the spinny chair and nearly fell to my death if not for the comfortable object that cushioned my fall. Said object being my boss. Such great luck that I have. Good thing I decided to change into a pair of pants. It would’ve been rather awkward if I were in a skirt.

The position that I landed in was quite comfy, though I can’t quite say the same for my little boss on the ground. While I had somehow managed to land with my legs on either sides of his body and I was seated on his stomach, Rivaille was laid flat on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. My phone had slid across the tile floor, long forgotten.

“Tch. Damn brat.” He grumbled and leaned up using one of his arms as support. We were so close; our noses were practically touching.

“S-sorry?” I whispered.

“Do you think,” he tilted my chin up roughly with his free hand. “That I would accept a shitty excuse for an apology like that?”

“N..no?”

“Heh. Damn straight. If you think that I’ll forgive you with that then you’re a thousand years too early.”

“How…how do you suppose I can ask for your forgiveness then?” For the first time, I saw a spark of emotion on his otherwise-stoic face. He smirked and his face crept ever so slowly closer to mine till our lips touched. It was an understatement to say that I was surprised. I didn’t know how to react so I just sat there as he repeatedly pressed his lips to mine. The hand on my chin slid over and nestled in my long locks. His other arm, which he used for support, was no longer needed as he guided it around my waist and the distance between our bodies lessened.

“Hey, don’t just sit there like a damn rock.” He whispered in my ear and nipped the lobe. I sucked in a breath and rested my hands on his chest. His movements ceased at once.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked quietly. He said nothing, just buried his face into my shoulder. Since he didn’t move, I rested my head against his shoulder as well. He didn’t smell strongly of any particular cologne. He smelled clean…fresh…like a beach. It was relaxing until he bit my neck.

“Kya!” I squeaked. “Way to ruin the moment, you ass.” I frowned and lightly punched his chest.

“Heh. You should’ve heard how pathetic your squeak sounded just now.” He teased and grabbed my hands. Finally removing his head from my shoulder, he turned to face me again.

“It’s late. Go home.” He murmured and gave my nose a kiss.

“What makes you think that I’m gonna accept a shitty excuse for a goodbye kiss like that?” He flicked my forehead for mocking him and tugged me closer as his lips claimed mine once more.

“There. Now leave.” He ordered.

“Fine, fine. Sheesh, you’re so insistent.” I pushed myself up and walked to the door. My hand lingered on the doorknob.

“Hey Rivaille…if I keep quiet about this whole ordeal, what are the chances of me getting some more kisses like that do you think?”

“Never in a million years.” He replied in monotone.

“Ehh~~ such a disappointment~” I whined before I smiled and opened the door. “Goodnight, Rivaille.”

“Ah. Good night.” I walked out and closed the door behind me. The lock clicked in place.

“Oh. My phone. I forgot.”