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You sat at your mahogany desk sipping apple juice through a straw from a small carton because that's all you could afford with your poverty-stricken wallet. Your desk sat between two hallways on the left and right, one leading to Erwin's part of the building and the other leading to the vile, wretched, heartless bastard named fucking Levi.
Fucking bitchy, sassy Levi.
It was abso-fucking-lutely amazing how easily emotions for another person could change. A week ago, you were head over heels for Levi.
And now?
Well, let's just say that at the very least, you wouldn't mind chopping off a certain member of his to cause him excruciating pain and deter him from breeding.
Oh, if only you could----
"Oi brat, what are you? A 5 year old? What the hell is with that childish juice box? And that hair...did you put effort into looking ugly today? And damnit, get a new fucking watch. That 'thing' on your wrist is almost as repugnant as your face."
And there it was. "It" being the nit-picky, naggy Levi.
Your eyes stayed glued to the monitor screen as you replied sarcastically, "Wow, someone woke up with some major PMS today. Pissed off cuz your design was only ranked number two by the Titan, you short runt?" you smirked as you continued your work.
The Titan was a famous fashion magazine that came out with design rankings every 3 months. The theme for this month's ranking was Prom, and Levi's one shoulder, light airy blue chiffon dress fell second to Erwin's classic deep v-neck red formal prom dress with a crystal beaded belt. You personally preferred Levi's design but would never admit that to him.
"As a matter of fact, yes I was until I remembered that Erwin is my business partner and that both of us benefit from the other's success," Levi replied with sass as he crossed his arms and smirked, "while you, on the other hand, remain a poor little desk clerk."
You glared at him with an evil aura, but Levi wasn't intimidated (anymore at least, as you had been giving him this famous glare for the past week or so).
"And this," he said as he smacked the back of your head, "is for calling me a runt. Know your place, dear." He placed the tip of his finger at the base of your neck. "I'm your boss, and when Erwin retires, I determine whether or not you get to stay in Trost Fashion."
Levi slipped his finger into the collar of your shirt to pull your body closer to his. From this distance, you could smell the stench of fancy-ass cologne from his black Armani suit.
"That means," he whispered in your ear causing you to shiver slightly, "I get to determine your value to this company, and as of now, you seem like a piece of fucking worthless trash."
And with that, he let you go. "Hurry your tiny ass up to the meeting, brat," he said with his back turned while walking to Erwin's part of the corridor towards the meeting room.
'Tch. What an asshole,' you thought as you regained your composure and prepared your materials. In addition to working at the front desk, you were in charge of taking meeting minutes to record the conversations. Erwin relied on you as his personal secretary, trusting you with organizing his personal design files, recording meeting notes, taking charge of model recruitment, designing company brochures, and keeping track of financial records of the business.
Okay, so you did a "little" more than the average secretary work, but you were a jack of all trades and Erwin took advantage of that. After all, you needed the money, and he needed the work done efficiently. But if Levi knew that someone like you who was a high school dropout was handling important tasks such as modeling recruitment and company financial records, he would surely forbid this, and you wouldn't be able to support yourself with the amount of work required of a desk clerk.
Thus, you made Erwin promise to keep the extent of your work a secret from Levi and to just assure Levi that Erwin had "connections" with "a personal friend" that allowed him to get all of this work done.
And so far, Levi was buying it.
You sighed contently.
Thank goodness Erwin was a cheap ass.
And so, after gathering your things, you strutted towards the meeting room, opening the door to reveal that familiar oval granite table. Before you could enter the room completely, a brunette with messy hair ran up behind you, knocking you over and falling on top of you.
"AM I LATE?!" he yelled as he got to his knees. He looked from side to side anxiously as he found the clock on the wall. "Yes! I made it on time!" he cheered.
"Eren," a raven haired girl called as she calmly pointed to the frumpy mess beneath his body.
"Eh, what's up, Mikasa--OH SHIT." Eren looked below him to find his hand clutching your breast through your white button up shirt and your face flushed with embarrassment. You had held your things tightly under one arm so that they wouldn't scatter and create a mess...
.....not that you weren't in a mess to begin with.
'And this is why I wear fucking pants,' you thought as you felt Eren's thigh between your legs.
"I'm so sorry, ______!" he yelled out with pink cheeks as he frantically got off of you and lent you a hand to help you up. You took it gratefully, take noticing of a sneer as you got up.
"Wow, you're so plain, ______, that you practically blend in with the wall. No wonder Eren didn't even see you when he crashed into the room," Levi laughed sarcastically.
Oh, this sassy bitch....
"Maybe we should start calling you The Wallflower instead?" Levi sneered with his head thrown back in laughter.
Who did this mother fucker think he was?!
You were ready to punch Levi out when Erwin got up from his seat to pat your head and calm you down. Good old Erwin. He always knew when to keep his cute little rabid puppy on a tight leash. So with teeth grit and a glare in your eyes, you took the last seat available next to Eren who flinched slightly from the menacing aura that surrounded you.
"Let's start. Eren, Mikasa, Armin, what have your groups come up with for the summer fashion show?" Erwin asked.
Eren Jaeger. Mikasa Ackerman. Armin Arlert. Three of the Trost Fashion Company's up and coming young fashion designers. Erwin had chosen these three to lead the designs for the annual summer fashion show and held this meeting to give feedback on their current designs.
Armin flipped to a slide with three of his summer outfits, all of them adorned with clean cut outlines that completely and utterly matched his personality. He chose pale colors to go with the light, airiness of summer.
"Armin, you've got a good style here," Erwin smiled.
Levi crossed his one leg over the other as he grabbed his laser pointer. "I agree, Arlert. Your style is nice, but I'd like to see more vibrant colors in these areas. Get some balls and splash some red, kid."
"Yes, sir!" Armin quickly circled the areas Levi indicated before nodding at you to change slides. Next up were Mikasa's summer designs.
Erwin whistled at the slide. "Wow, we've got quite the prodigy here, huh Levi?"
Levi turned to the presentation with his pointer, moving the laser around the middle design, a simply summer flowy dress with a flower belt.
"Bitch, that's fabulous."
Ah, there it was! Levi's famous line when he REALLY liked something. Only the fabulous Levi could deem something fabulous. And since Mikasa's work was always perfect, she had earned the most "fabulosa's" of any of the young designers working under Levi and Erwin.
"No work to be done here. Next," Levi mused as he gestured for you with a flick of his wrist to switch the slides as if you were a lowly servant. You grumbled as you flipped to Eren's designs next. They were....
different.....
"Jaeger, what the hell are these?" Levi inquired as he sat up and tried to grasp the meaning behind Eren's designs. All three designs were summer dresses with some really great qualities....and some not so great aspects as well. Eren always had a habit of going overboard with the designs.
"Uhh, well," Eren pointed to the shoulder of one of his dresses, "I thought a bit of fur would work there..." he admitted sheepishly.
"Eren, who the hell wears fur during the summer?" Levi asked as pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation.
You sighed. Poor Eren...you felt bad for the kid. He always did his best to impress Levi, but his designs were often either a hit or miss with nothing in-between. But Eren never gave up, and you admired that in the child. What made it really unfortunate though was that Eren also had it pretty bad for Levi, especially after that time a drunk Levi made out with Eren during a party to celebrate Eren's design winning the Top Titan Young Fashion Design award.
It was an unspoken truth in the office that remained a close secret between only the members in this room. Ever since then, Eren craved the feeling of his boss's lips once again. Unfortunately, Eren clearly had not read his boss's facebook page which indicated that Levi was "interested in women."
Poor gay Eren....
"How do you plan to fix this hot mess?" Levi questioned Eren sternly while pointing to the first dress.
Eren gulped in response, unsure of how to respond. Taking pity, you pretended to write down notes while nudging Eren's arm.
The note said: First dress - get rid of that large flower hat-thing and those ugly tights.
"Well, umm, sir, I'll get rid of the flower hat and the tights!" Eren repeated. Levi clicked his tongue in agreement.
"Thank fucking god. That hat looks egregious," Levi stated. "And then?"
"Uhh," Eren stared down at the note where you had already written suggestions for the second dress. "I'll change the pattern of the other dress the from pleats to something with...polka dots?"
"Hmm," Levi thought aloud for a moment. "I like it. I really fucking like that idea. Go on, little shit."
The way Eren's face lit up at being called "little shit" disgusted you nonetheless, but you continued to help him out on the third and final dress.
"I'll shorten the third dress and turn it into a peasant blouse with white capris?" Eren suggested hesitantly after reading your note.
"Good answer, kid. You'd might as well scrap the entire bottom half of that poor excuse for a dress. But still, impressive work, Jaeger. Your importance to me has increased by about this much," Levi demonstrated with his pointer finger and thumb about a centimeter apart, "unlike the brat to your left," he continued as he gestured to you.
"Ah, wait, but sir! Actually, ________ suggest-----Ouch!" Eren cried out in pain when you elbowed him and coughed, ready to redirect this conversation.
"Once these designs have been sewn, I'll contact the female models and our makeup artist Hanji. Next week's meeting, we will discuss the designs for the male models," you declared as you closed your laptop to mark the end of the meeting.
"Alright then. Thank you, _______," Erwin smiled. "Also, in the next couple of weeks, we will be discussing Levi's idea for the next release of Trost Fashion Designs based on The Body Campaign: All sizes, all beautiful. We still have to recruit more models for this campaign, but I'll leave that in the hands of our model scout."
Levi's eyes narrowed. "Oi, Erwin. When are you going to tell us who the model scout is? Shouldn't we know who recruits our top models. Whoever that kid is, he does a damn good job of finding models for us, so why haven't we met him before?""
Erwin laughed awkwardly. "Well, the model recruitment scout would prefer to remain unknown, but that person is a personal friend of mine so I trust her. And with that, we'll conclude the meeting."
Oh! There it was. The famous "personal friend" which specifically referred to: You.
Armin raised his hand to ask a question. "A Body Campaign, sir? How did you come up with this?"
Levi clicked his tongue as he placed both elbows on the table to support his tilted face. "Reviews, dear. Reviews and the fact that I got tired of seeing skin and bones," Levi responded whimsically.
"Eh, why should you dislike that, sir?" you said sarcastically as you got up from your seat. "Skinny little chicks should make you feel bigger!" You imitated Levi's previous laugh, exiting the room with your laptop and bags. You didn't see any reason to remain in the same room as that bastard now that the meeting was over.
"Wow that's some serious PMS," Eren said aloud before Mikasa smacked him on the head.
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As you walked out of the room, you wondered why in the world you even fell for someone like Levi. Maybe his "Body Campaign" made you feel like he would accept the frumpy little old you who dressed plainly and hid behind layers of clothes, but when you confessed your feelings, he didn't just refused you.
He outright rejected you.
He called you "unworthy of someone like him" and asked why he would ever date a high school dropout with no redeeming points.
Levi had scoffed at how easily you could be replaced by another desk clerk. To him, you had no importance.
And even more so, he....
You touched your lips as you gathered your things for the day.
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Back inside the meeting room, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin scurried out as quickly as possible to avoid Levi's bitchfit. Erwin and the raven-haired man left the room a little later to walk back to Erwin's office.
"Levi, what happened between you and ______?" Erwin asked. "There were no problems between you two last week."
"Yah, well, last week, your dumbass niece didn't try to confess her feelings to me," Levi explained hatefully.
"And?" Erwin pestered further. "How did a confession turn into this?" Erwin gestured to the dark red aura emanating from Levi.
"And I told her no. So she asked why. And I told her it was because she dresses like a hobo, is uneducated, and could easily be replaced by anyone."
Erwin's mouth dropped open. "Levi, really? This is my niece we're talking about."
Levi glanced up at Erwin. He always hated the height difference between them. "And I told you that I would be blunt and direct when we entered together as business partners. So I kept that promise."
Erwin sighed. There was no chance of getting Levi or his beloved niece to apologize at this point. It seemed that the tension between the two of you had just gotten worse over the week.
Levi pondered for a bit before continuing though. "But I never thought your niece was this aggressive. I mean, she glares at me every day without fail, comes up with the most abusive insults, and has the most menacing angry face I've ever seen on a man."
"Levi," Erwin warned.
"Fine, I mean 'girl,'" Levi corrected. "...if you can even consider that brat a 'girl,'" he mumbled before continuing. "Doesn't change the fact that she's scary as shit. She looks like she wants to murder me every day."
"Well, what did you do to make her that angry? I've known _______ since she was a kid, and she's never been the kind to lose her temper over something like a rejection."
"Oh so she gets rejected a lot?"
"Levi, please."
"Well, I might have leaned in to pretend to kiss her before dropping that rejection on her like a hot potato," Levi admitted, shrugging his shoulders.
Erwin gasped slightly. "Are you serious, Levi?"
Levi sighed. "I was having a bad day, Erwin, but I felt guilty about it and decided to apologize the next day, but before I could even finish, she insulted my manhood, my hair, and my height all in one sentence. Erwin, that little runt insulted practically everything that defines me in one sentence," Levi growled before he paused to think for a moment. "But you know, now that I think about it, she'd be my type if she wasn't such a piss off, hobo-dressing bag lady," Levi half-joked.
Erwin let out a deep sigh as the two reached his office. "Well, Levi, I don't think that's going to change any time soon. ______ has never been interested in fashion and appearance unfortunately."
"Then why the hell does she work for a Fashion company?" Levi inquired with a raised brow.
"Ahahaha, well....," Erwin turned his eyes away and coughed to redirect the conversation. "Anyways, why don't you take it easy for now? Didn't Hanji set you up on a blind date tonight?"
"Tch, that shitty glasses is always getting in everybody's business," Levi snorted. "Setting me up on a blind date? I don't have time for this. I need to find a secretary to manage my things. How the hell do you put up with all this paperwork, Erwin?"
"Levi, I keep telling you to let _______ do some of your work while you're still looking for an official secretary. You'd be amazed at how efficient she is," Erwin said proudly.
"Tch." Levi gave Erwin a "hell no" glace. 'Like I would let someone who didn't even finish high school touch my shit,' he reflected before his train of thought was interrupted by said running frumpy little mess who had now thrown a matching frumpy gray cardigan over her already frumpy-looking shirt.
You ignored Levi as you ran up to Erwin to hand him a note with meeting times and a list of completed tasks for the day, purse in hand and ready to leave.
"I'll be taking off, sir," you said as you turned away to avoid Levi's harsh gaze.
"Oi, brat. It's only 2 pm, not even the end of a work day. Are you really that fucking lazy that you're skipping out for the day?" Levi questioned.
"Ah, well, Levi let it go! The girl doesn't really have much else to do at the office so she might as well take off for the day. After all, it's Friday!" Erwin tried to explain as you turned away and ignored Levi, walking off towards the exit.
"You spoil that girl too much," Levi complained while Erwin gave an awkward chuckle.
"Do I really?"
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5 hours.
That's how long you spent on a Friday afternoon trying to find models for Levi's Body Campaign. And yes, as was mentioned earlier, you were the model scout that Erwin called a "personal friend" in the meeting.
When Erwin had first asked you for help with recruiting models, you were unsure and hesitant but also very desperate for the cash.
So you took the empty position and turned it into your most successful (secret) endeavor. You had recruited Trost Fashion's most famous models, Jean Kirschtein and Krista Lenz.
And today, you had in your hand two manila folders, one with the name of Sasha Braus and the other Connie Springer. You figured those two fit at both ends of the spectrum for the Body Campaign, one a gluttonous and fairly tall brunette with good facial features and the other a short and skinny bald kid who had a great pair of eyes. The two were still a little clumsy with their catwalk, but you were sure that a little bit of practice would bring the two a long way in the world of fashion.
You smiled as you walked back to your car, humming to yourself when your phone suddenly rang.
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Meanwhile, back at the office Levi blinked with heavy eyes, yawning slightly as he looked over to his lock on the wall.
7 pm....
He used his elbows to push his face from the desk. He had spent the last few hours doing paperwork, taking care of the designs, replying to useless emails, etc. etc. All work that Levi should have had a secretary do but couldn't because no one was capable enough.
'Tch, Erwin is stupid to trust that shitty little niece of his work. I bet she screws up a lot of his shit.'
Levi was of course a perfectionist, whether it be organizing files, managing his staff, or just cleaning his office.
Everything had to be perfect.
He groaned when he realized that he had that stupid blind date in 2 hours and grabbed his coat to call it a day.
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Back in your car, you picked up your ringing cell phone.
"Hey Krista! What's up?" you smiled. Krista and you had been friends from childhood, and when you found out that Krista went to a modeling school, you hooked her up with Trost Fashion Company. She had been a big hit with her angelic face even if she had a short stature.
"_________, COME QUICK TO HANJI'S SALON. IT'S AN EMERGENCY," and then Krista hung up.
Confused and worried, you turned your car around and raced down the street to Hanji's famous world renowned beauty salon. Hanji was actually a scientist who quit researching about some weird unknown plant to become a makeup artist. She used her science background to create new makeup, new hair products, you name it! She was Levi and Erwin's personal and valued makeup artist for all of their models, and you knew her through managing your uncle's shows.
You parked the car hastily and made your way to the door.
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Back at the office, Levi made his way down the hall towards the elevators, stopping by the meeting room to pick up the pen he forgot from the meeting earlier. His eyes picked up on a sheet of paper lying on the table while his eyebrows twitched.
'Damn messy brats,' he thought as he walked over to throw the paper away. His hand brought the paper to his face as he scanned it with tired eyes.
'Hmm, 'First dress- get rid of that large flower hat-thing and those ugly tights'....what?'
Levi continued reading the page, slightly impressed by the neat and clean handwriting.
'Tch, whatever. It was probably Mikasa or Armin. Those brats really need to stop saving Eren's cute little ass,' Levi thought as he folded the paper in his pocket, picked up his pen from the table, and set off to prepare for the date, hoping the girl would be at least decent looking.
'They've all got potential though....' he pondered to himself as he set off.
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When you entered the salon, Hanji nearly jumped into you, sending you to the floor. You noticed Krista crying behind her with her makeup strewn across her cheeks.
"Oi, what's wrong, Hanji?" you asked hurriedly, worried about your friend.
Hanji's frantic expression caught your attention as she grabbed your shoulders.
"________, I need you to go on a blind date with Levi!"
"......come again?"
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END OF SOME FABULOUS SMEXYNESS <3 <3 <3
Next Chapter Preview Summary:
Ymir FINALLY confessed to Krista after Hanji set Krista and Levi up on a "blind date", and now Krista backs out! But Hanji needs Levi to take a break from his work and relax and begs you to go on a blind date in disguise with the bastard that toyed with your heart.
What are you going to do?!
Well, you're going to get your revenge. :)