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The next morning you were walking into the office earlier than normal, desperate to get the finished outline to Tyler as soon as possible. You went into the small kitchenette to make yourself some coffee. To your surprise, there was someone crashed out on the couch. It was your boss, Mr. Nestor, faintly snoring against the blue sofa. His glasses were barely staying on the very tip of his nose, and his long legs stuck off the end of the couch. You appreciated the funny ways his brown hair was stuck out before walking over to remove his glasses from his face and place them on the table.

As your fingers gently brushed his face to do so, he started stirring, so you quickly distanced yourself from him. "Mr. Nestor?"

"Y/L/N?" He squinted up at you, voice gravelly and deeper in his clear morning voice. "I thought I told you to go home."

"I did." You explained handing him his glasses back. "Looks like you didn't."

"I was putting the finishing touches on the contracts for the radio ads, and was getting some coffee. I guess I must have fallen asleep in here."

You shook your head slightly, going over to the coffee maker to brew a fresh pot for the both of you. "You should go home and change, I'll hold down the fort."

"No, I'll be fine."

"Sir, I came in an hour early, you have enough time."

"Y/L/N, I said I'll be fine!" He snapped, catching you off-guard for a minute, but you still persisted.

"You might be, but wearing the same clothes two days in a row without showering will not do any good for the rest of us."

Mr. Nestor held your gaze for a moment before his stern expression melted into a half-smile. "I can't really argue with that. Fine, I relent, I'll go home. But I fully expect a hot cup of coffee on my desk when I get back, Y/L/N."

"Yes sir." You smiled back at him, watching to make sure he truly left, before going back to your own coffee.

With a final keystroke, you sent the outline to the Budgeting Department, and relaxed back into your chair. You closed your eyes for a moment before someone poked your forehead. Startling, you shot up to see Amy giggling at your reaction.

"Sorry, Y/N I wanted to see if you're awake." She set down her bag at her desk across from yours.

"Uh yeah, I guess I need more coffee." You stood up, going back into the kitchenette. Others had filtered into the office and drank the first pot you made, so you set some more up.

"Y/L/N! Where's my coffee?" Mr. Nestor's voice barked from the door of the office space. He must have just arrived.

"Still brewing, sir!" You called back to him, willing the coffee machine to hurry up.

You didn't hear a reply, and assumed he had gone into his private office. As it finally dinged, someone else entered the kitchenette, and you raised an eyebrow at them. "Tyler? What are you doing up here?" Budgeting was on floor 14, where the meeting was held yesterday.

The curly-haired man before you adjusted his glasses, watching as you dutifully poured out two cups of coffee. "Oh, I wanted to get the outline from you."

"I emailed it to you fifteen minutes ago." You explained, pouring creamer into yours, and just sugar into Mr. Nestor's.

"Oh well, we can go over it since I'm up here anyway." He offered as you picked up a cup in each hand.

"Can't right now, I've gotta take this coffee to Mr. Nestor. Maybe later?"

"Oh sure." Tyler opened the door for you, and you thanked him before bustling over to the door to Mr. Nestor's office.

You were trying to figure out how to knock without hands but the deep cherry door opened before you could attempt anything. Standing there was Mr. Nestor, looking much more put together than an hour ago. His glasses were cleaned, he had a new tie and suit on, as well as having tamed the bed head that he had earlier.

"Here's your coffee, sir." You held the black coffee out for him, and he gratefully took it from you.

To your surprise, he gestured for you to sit in a chair across from him at his desk. "Y/L/N, why is Schied from Budgeting standing at your desk?"

You looked through the glass walls of the office to see your coworker standing awkwardly by your desk. "He wanted to go over the bakery outline with me."

"Isn't that something for him to do within the budgeting department?" For some reason, Mr. Nestor seemed irritated, glaring between you and him.

"Well, I suppose. I mean, he suggested it-"

"You emailed the outline to him, right?"

"Yes sir, almost twenty minutes ago."

Mr. Nestor typed a few things into his computer. "According to the system, he clicked in ten minutes ago and checked his email then. So let me ask again, why is Tyler Schied standing at your desk?"

You looked at your boss, stunned at how worked up this was getting him. "I really don't know, sir. I'm sorry, I'll ask him to leave."

At your words, he visibly relaxed back into his chair, bringing his coffee up to his lips. "Okay, now get back to work, Y/L/N."

You could only nod before leaving the office. Back at your desk, you saw that Felix had arrived late, as per usual, and was still saying goodbye to Marzia, their matching play button tattoos on their pinkies making your chest squeeze painfully. You threw on your business smile as you approached Tyler, and he gave you a small smile back.

"Ready to start reviewing?" He pulled out your chair for you, but you remained standing.

"Mr. Nestor has given me a lot of calls to make to invite our investors and such." You twisted a small lie, not wanting to try to explain your boss's weird behaviors to him. It was true that you had to make invitation calls, but it was only three. "Could you review and add the budgeting notes with Mark?"

"O-of course, I'll get right on it."

"Thanks Tyler."

"No problem Y/N, good luck with your calls, and I guess I'll see you tomorrow at the party."

You'd almost forgot that the investor party was tomorrow, it was so soon. "Right, see you."

He gave you a final wave before climbing onto the elevator, and with that, you sunk down low into your office chair. "He likes you." Amy's sing-song voice floated over to you, and you shot straight up in your chair.

"No he doesn't." You hissed, eyes glued to your keyboard. "Besides, he has a soulmate out there somewhere. Unlike me."

"I heard a rumor that he doesn't have a tattoo." Felix butted in from the desk next to hours, apparently up-to-date on all of the office gossip.

Your ears perked up at this statement, but you quickly chastised yourself. No need to get your hopes up, rumors were rumors. He was probably just one of those people who didn't go showing off his tattoo to everyone.

"Can we just get back to work?" You grumbled.

"Jeez, you're starting to sound like Mr. Nestor." Matt Shea, another coworker of yours butted in from next to Amy's desk.

You ignored them all, shoving on your headset to begin the calls to invite the companies. The final call was to a smaller investing company that Mr. Nestor had brought on early in the development.

"B & G Investors, this is G speaking." The familiar voice of Gerald, one half of the company came through the speakers.

"Hello, Gerald, this is Y/N Y/L/N from Tuber Marketing." You introduced yourself to the friendly man.

"You're always so formal, Y/N." He teased you. "So what does your scary boss-man need now?"

"For me to be transferred to your scary boss-man."

"Brian isn't my boss, we're partners!" G whined, but transferred you anyway.

"Hello, this is Brian." The other investor's frank voice answered.

"Hi Brian, its Y/N Y/L/N from Tuber Marketing Advertising Department."

"I know who are, Ms. Y/L/N, Ethan has introduced us multiple times."

You were not very used to your boss being called by his first name, but continued on anyway. "Right. So we are holding a tasting party for the investors in our bakery chain we're marketing for, and this is the formal invitation for all employees of B & G Investors to attend."

"You mean all two of us?" Brian said with a bit of humor in his voice. "What day?"

"Unfortunately the only day we could reserve the venue was tomorrow."

"G!" Brian called to someone else, holding the phone away from his mouth. "Do you want to go to a party tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah!" His partner yelled back, in a 'no duh' tone of voice.

Brian returned the phone to his mouth. "We'll be there."

You smiled, scribbling down a green check, then the number 2 next to the company's name on your list. "Thank you, the details will be sent to both of your work emails within the next hour."

"No problem, thanks for the invite, Ms. Y/L/N."

"Thank Mr. Nestor when you see him tomorrow."

"I will. Goodbye."

"Bye." You hung up the phone, and looked up at the time to see that it was already your lunch break. "Oh thank god."

"Was that your call with G and Brian?" Mr. Nestor's voice resonated behind you, and you spun your chair around to face him.

"Ah yes, and they're both coming."

"Good." You both sat in silence for another moment.

"So, are you going out to lunch?" You asked, seeing that he looked about ready to leave the office.

"Yes, I have a lunch meeting with Mr. Patrick to invite him to the party."

"I was wondering why his name wasn't on the list."

Mr. Nestor didn't respond, only looking at you for a moment. "Would you like to join us?"

"Sir?"

"He's bringing his wife, and I really hate third-wheeling."

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. Like, a date? No, don't be ridiculous, you scolded yourself. He's just bringing an employee with him. After all, you were the only one left in the office at this point. "Uh sure, let me grab my jacket."

"You and your jacket." He shook his head, and you thought you could hear a teasing tone as you stood and slipped on your work jacket, then made sure you had your wallet.

"Lead the way." You said, offering him a smile.