Strictly Business - Denmark x Reader

Your fingers traced the encrypted letters. SECRETARY. You felt a rush of excitement run through your veins. It was your second day on the job. The first job out of college. You felt as if you were on top of the world, although, you found that your boss and his co-workers were asses. At any rate, you were thankful for the job and didn’t let their insults toward other women in the office get to you. It was just business.

The man you worked for was only a year older than you, which was surprising. You had originally expecting a balding, white haired guy for CEO. At first, he was incredibly dashing and attractive man. And then he began to gossip to his co-workers. Insults sputtered out towards women working at the office as if it were another casual conversation.

Brushing a strand of (h/c) out of your eyes you looked up to see a woman walk up to you. It was Samantha, you remembered befriending her yesterday. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she sighed, “You have such an amazing figure, legs, hair… yet you hide it with all that.” She referred to your overly professional clothes and your hair tied back in a bun. You looked down at the papers on your desk, “I just want my job to be formal, Samantha. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The woman shrugged and started to walk away in her tight red dress. You thought you heard her mutter, “I honestly don’t know why he hired her.”

You grimaced at the remark, but deep down you didn’t understand either. To you, you weren’t the cutest girl in the bunch. Just a normal girl that had a degree, merely tagging along for the ride. Shrugging, you went back to the paperwork. ‘He needs to sign this stack,’ you thought. You gripped the stack and made your way through the scrutinizing office.

The door read “MATIAS KHOLER” and tiny letters underneath “CEO”. Before everyone in the room shut their trap you overheard, “- but damn.That girl has it going on if you know what I mean.” The group chuckled.

As you opened the door you saw three men sitting on the couch and another leaning against the desk.

“Yes?” Said the one leaning against the desk. He had blonde hair and blue, intensifying eyes. He could make any woman faint just by looking at her if he wanted to. The man wore a dark grey suit with his hands in his pockets, he looked like a model, you had the admit that. “Mr. Kohler, you need to revise these forms before signing and submitting,” you looked up at his considering expression. “Fine then, I’ll get that done in a bit,” Kohler took the stack out of your hands. As you turned to walk out, you heard, “Oh. (Y/n). Could you take these to Greg’s assistant or whoever she is to him?” You heard the group of men chuckling to the, what it seemed to be, inside joke as your boss rummaged through his desk. “Ah, here they are!” He handed you a stack in return. You tried to take them, but he held his tight grasp.

Matias leaned in and whispered, “Smile.” He smirked as you walked out with a tint of pink laying on your face.