It’s where I’ve lived for the majority of my life and I mean, I grew up there, so yeah. I consider myself a New Yorker. Don’t hold it against me, though. Definitely. New York isn’t boring in comparison or anything, but it’s a very different dynamic. Is that your subtle way of warning me that you’re one of these odd people, Elizabeth?
Yeah, I haven’t been here for very long. Kinda just here to take a break from life, I guess. What about you? We’ve established where I’m from. Are you a Vegas local or are you just here for a good time?
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to live in New York, but I don’t know if I could bring myself to actually move there and make a living. Oh, I won’t hold it against you. You don’t seem to fit the stereotype that states that New Yorkers are supposed to be rude and unfriendly. You seem quite nice. That’s a good question, Andrew. I guess it will be your job to decide whether I’m odd or not.
Oh, so you’re kind of just visiting? Or are you living here, but your unsure of how long you want to stay? I’m actually a local. I have a full time job and an apartment. The works.
Absolutely not. It certainly hasn’t disappointed, that’s for sure and that’s got to mean something coming from a New Yorker. And quite the variety of people, too, some aren’t half bad.
A pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth. I’m Andrew.
Your from New York? Should you technically be a little used to such interesting events constantly occurring then? I mean, I’ve been to New York before. There seems to be quite the collection of odd people hanging around there as well. Then again, people tend to lose it in Vegas.
It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Andrew. Are you new around here?
Emmett sat up straight in the leather chair across from Elizabeth and craned his neck to take a look around her office. He had stopped listening to her after the word “okay,” and was more interested in all of the pictures and knick-knacks she had around the office and on her desk. Sitting on the edge of Elizabeth’s desk so that they were next to each other, Emmett picked up one of the frames from the desk and held it in his hands. “Is this your family?” He didn’t mean to be rude—he furrowed his brow as he looked intently at the picture. They looked so happy. Something he had never experienced with his family. He knew his mother loved and cared about him—even if she had a hard time showing it—but he always wondered what it would’ve been like to grow up in a “normal” family. But before Emmett actually showed a glimpse of the person he actually was, he put the frame back in its place and hopped off the desk to straighten out his suit.
“Well then, looks like you should get started, shouldn’t you?” He put his hands in his pockets and smiled at her cockily. “I think you missed the part where I would be observing you. I’m not free labor today that you can just boss around.” Emmett stopped himself and thought about how rude he was being. It was normal for him to say something like that—to anyone—but then he remembered where he was and who he was dealing with. Clearing his throat, he looked down at the floor. “I mean, I won’t be doing all the work for you. Just some things. You’re supposed to show me how it’s done anyway.”
Elizabeth glanced over to see what picture Emmett was referring to. “Yes, that’s my family.” Why was he interested in her family? He probably isn’t. He’s just trying to make conversation and decided to ask about something irrelevant in order to steer us away from the topic at hand. Elizabeth let out an internal sigh and resisted the urge to shake her head. She hadn’t really expected Emmett to help her with any of her work for the day or even care for that matter. This obviously wasn’t his thing. What is his thing? He seems to be so…lost. Maybe that’s just the idea I’m getting from the fact that he doesn’t seem to be doing anything with his life. All I know so far is that he apparently sleeps with a lot of women and doesn’t take the time to actually form any relationships with them. Elizabeth could feel her head swimming. In only a matter of seconds she felt like her brain had gone up in flames. If he doesn’t form relationships with women, why is here? If I’m just another one of those girls that he plans to sleep with then he’s definitely putting in a lot of effort just to be disappointed in the end.
Elizabeth closed her task booklet and stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress. “Don’t worry, Emmett. I wouldn’t trust you to do all my work for me, or maybe not even any of my work. The work I do is meant to be taken seriously.” Something you don’t seem to be familiar with. Elizabeth and Emmett seemed to be complete opposites. She was hard working, dedicated, excited about work, while he was rude, arrogant, and unmotivated. How exactly was this all going to work out?
Grabbing her task booklet and another notepad off of her desk, Elizabeth started walking out of her office. “We’ll just go check on the web designs first. Bruce sounded like he wanted me to come see him right away. Maybe that will gain some of you interest.” She continued to walk toward Bruce’s office, feeling Emmett striding behind her. It made her feel a little self conscious to have him following her around like this. This whole situation just seemed like some sort of scheme where he could sit around and stare at her, judging her every move, for hours and hours. It wasn’t very beneficial on her part. She wasn’t gaining the satisfaction that she was actually helping someone with their decision or interest in pursuing marketing. She was just giving Emmett the chance to watch her do her normal routine. Does he really think that that’s going to do him any good? They reached Bruce’s office and Elizabeth knocked quickly before opening the door. “Hello Bruce. You probably know Emmett Adler. Theo’s son. So what’s going on with the web design?”
Well would expect anything else from a place like Las Vegas? We seem to have quite the variety of entertainment here.
I’m Elizabeth, by the way. You are?
Emmett slammed a hand down on his alarm clock. He thought that noon was early but 7 AM was even earlier. The only thing that got him to roll out of bed was the thought of being able to spend all day with the lovely and mysterious Elizabeth Griffin—Marketing Manager for Adler Industries. After a quick shower and shave, Emmett dressed himself in a rather nice suit and climbed into the Mercedes that was parked downstairs in front of his apartment. As he rode Las Vegas Blvd., Emmett couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. Of course he wasn’t really there to observe Elizabeth for her marketing skills—he was there to observe the woman behind it all.
Ever since he had met Miss. Griffin after work one day, Emmett found himself strangely attracted to her. He wanted to be a proper gentleman—he didn’t want to just tap that. Emmett was in the strange position of actually giving a damn, which was something he was not used to. It was a completely foreign concept to him. The only thing he knew for sure was that he actually wanted this. Or at least, he wanted to get to know Elizabeth on a more personal level. Then all of the underwear being thrown across the room business could happen if Elizabeth would let it. There was a pit in Emmett’s stomach as he parked and walked up to the intimidatingly tall tower that was the Adler Industries HQ. The youngest Adler boy rode the elevator until he hit the floor with Elizabeth’s office. He wore his usual arrogant smirk on his face and let himself into her office, dropping down into one of the chairs across from her desk. “Why hello there, Miss. Griffin. Lovely day, isn’t it?”
Elizabeth ran a hand through her blonde curls and lifted her blue coffee mug to her lips with the other. Placing her mug down on her desk she began skimming through her emails on her computer, finding nothing of importance. Luckily, she had rescheduled the 8’oclock meeting to 2’oclock instead and now she was free to relax and enjoy a quiet morning at work. At least until Emmett Adler would arrive and watch her every move. She had decided to be nice and let him shadow her for the day, though she was aware that he wasn’t interested in marketing whatsoever. Elizabeth didn’t really know how to feel about Emmett. He had quite the reputation of “hitting and quitting” women constantly which definitely made him a little off putting, but he also seemed like a decent guy. Although, all the things he could have been saying to her the night before could have just been all a part of some devious plan to get in her pants.
Biting her lip, Elizabeth opened the email that just popped into her inbox from a colleague asking about the rescheduled meeting. She heard the thump of something hitting the ground in front of her desk and looked up from her computer to find Emmett smirking at her. Finally, reality set in and Elizabeth realized that she would actually have to spend her entire work day with this guy. Hopefully he was still willing to take this all seriously. She managed to flash him a smile back and nodded, “Mr. Adler. I suppose it is.” Elizabeth licked her lips and ran a hand through her hair once again. “I’m glad to see that you made it up here okay.” Why hadn’t the front desk notified her that he had arrived? Oh, right. He was the boss’ son. Meaning he could come and go probably whenever he pleased and remain unannounced. “You’re in luck. We have a pretty light work day ahead of us and I’m sure that you’ll be able to keep up.” She turned and looked back to the email before opening up her agenda to see what was on her list of priorities for the day. “Looks like the major focus of the day is making sure the financial and marketing reports are complete by the end of the day, assessing the productivity of some of the sales and marketing departments, and making sure that everything is ready for the meeting later so we can present some of the marketing data and ideas.” Elizabeth’s email pinged again and she quickly read through it. “Oh, looks like we’ll also have to go check up on how some of the guys are doing on the web designs for the Adler’s online advertising as well.” She turned back to him and smiled. “Let’s get to it.”
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