MazM: Jekyll And Hyde Oneshots And Imagines (ON HIATUS)

[💛]Modern! Gabriel Utterson [💛] (Pt.1)

((This is mildly inspired by Aggretsuko lmao, good anime, I suggest it! On Netflix!))

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"This was supposed to be my dream job!" I whined in the lunchroom. "Who picks an office job for a dream job?" Edward muttered, scrolling through his phone looking half interested. Sarah scoffed at him. "You chose to work at the same place your brother does. And you always talk about how much you hate him."

"Oh, quit it." He retorted, shooting a frown at her. Sarah snickered in victory and looked back at me. "I don't know what else to tell you, but Edward kinda has a point. Office jobs are never fun." "Unless you're a geek." Edward cackled, and Sarah smacked his arm. "I know...But they made it look so fun and easy...now it's piles and piles of paper and typing without end.." I sighed, slumping down in my chair. "What'd you expect, honestly? Paperwork being easy as an adult? Bah, never." Edward chuckled again, but Sarah only just laughed this time.

"I'm barely scraping in enough money. I live in such a shabby apartment, I get take-out food almost every day!" "Geez, really? You should go out with us sometime." Sarah smiled. "It'll be fun! Just like our school days!" "I don't know guys, maybe if I get all my papers done tonight I can." "Hm, well, we'll wait for you at the front for a little. Just call us if you're not coming, or if you're late or something." "We? I never agreed to this!"

"Oh, shut it and be a good friend!" She yanked his ear. "Quit treating me like you're my mother!" He'd swipe her hand away. "You're acting like a toddler!" Sarah scoffed. "I am?!" She'd lunge over the table, her arms sprawled out, and her hands aiming for his neck. "Guys, please! You're causing a scene!" I whisper yelled, but it didn't matter. They were already wrestling on the floor, and people of course started to gather.

Oh, for heavens sake! "Guys, quit it!" I reached my hands out to separate them, but that was a mistake. I got sucked into their fight, finding myself shielding myself from slaps and blows. "What in the blazes is happening here?!" Everyone's eyes turned from the quarrel to a tall, sleek, well built gentleman. His hair was slicked back, with tiny strands of silver in them. He has a perfectly cut mustache as well, and on top of that a black pair of glasses that screamed 'boss bitch.' It was Supervisor Utterson.

He stood there straight, with his hands on his hips, and looked down at our mess. We had stopped at this point. "You three, come with me, now. " Geez, he didn't even have to yell and yet he was intimidating. We got up immediately, following him sheepishly. This was so embarrassing.

~Office~

"3 employees, all adults, and you brawl in the lunch room like you're in highschool! Honestly, what were you even arguing about?!" We were all sitting in three chairs next to each other in front of his desk, looking down in complete shame and embarrassment. At least I was. Edward probably didn't care much, and Sarah was probably pissed off. I felt ashamed. I didn't want to be looked at as a troublesome employee! But it wasn't like I was well known anyways.

I've admired Mr.Utterson from afar. People in the office always talked about how stern but strong he was at his job, he was a superior to us all. My eyes felt like 10 lb weights in my head. Was I about to cry? About being scolded at work? I'm not cut out for this am I? Y/N...Y/N..

"Ms.Y/n?" I lifted my head and looked around. Edward and Sarah were missing, he must've dismissed them. But why not me? "Why are the others gone, sir?" "I wanted to speak to you privately. " I gulped. Why me? "M-may I ask why, sir?" He'd turn around and sit down in his desk, folding his hands on top. "I actually overheard your conversation...I needed a cover up to call you hear, and luckily your friends there gave me the perfect opportunity."

"What? Sir, I don't really understand-" "I admire your work." He stood up, walking in front of his desk and leaning on it. I froze. He admires my work?! Shouldn't it be the other way around?! "You shouldn't be up in accounting still, you're far too skilled for that. You, my dear, need a promotion." "A p-promotion? Sir! This isn't necessary-" Next thing I know is that there's a finger pressed against my lip.

"Yes, you're getting a promotion, in here to be exact." He flicked his head over to an empty spot in the office, not far from his desk. "That'll be your workspace." He removed his finger, returning his hand to his side. "This is so sudden, does my director-" "He knows. Your things are being brought down already. Don't worry, this is gonna be your dream job."

What does he mean? Then the door swung open and 2 guys from accounting had 2 cardboard boxes in hand with the stuff from my desk in them. "Set them down over there boys, we'll take it from there." Utterson could probably command an entire flock of birds with the way he talked. Everyone just instantly listened to him.

The men set the boxes down and left shutting the door. "I ordered you a desk, a real fine, marble-birch wood type." He looked at me. "Should arrive tomorrow. " I gulped. I was looking at something similar to that description months ago while online shopping. Did Sarah or Edward tell him? This feels like a big sick prank, but I wanna know more about this dream job.

"You'll mostly be running a lot of errands for me, say, managing my schedule and whatnot, all that type of stuff. But don't get me wrong, it won't be you doing all the work. Ill even run errands for you if you ever request it." This was sounding too good to be true. "So would I be your-" "Personal Assistant. You get twice the pay, you'll be getting out of your 'shabby apartment.' You'll be getting foods from exquisite restaurants rather than take-out, unless, you don't want this offer..."

He glared at me. "So what will it be, Ms.L/n? You wanna take this opportunity to head into a better, more prosperous life, or remain where you are now, paying rent late, barely having enough food. It's your pick." I gulped. I knew he didn't want to hear know judging by the look on his face. I had to give in...but it seems beneficial to me, if what he says is true. I really do need the money....

"I'm in."

"Splendid! Good choice, Ms.L/n. Tell you what, you take the rest of the day off." He stood me up by my shoulders, and started pushing me towards the door. "You go home, relax, have a good, non-take out meal while I fix everything up for you so you can be prepared for tomorrow, alright?" He opened the door, and gently pushed me out. "See you tomorrow!" And he shut the door.

What have I gotten myself into?