Adam Driver one shots

Chapter Fifteen: The Intern

I shook nervously as Mrs. Dunham guided me through endless rows of cubicles, each person looking more annoyed than the other. Various cursing could be heard from select offices, and I couldn't help but inwardly flinch. This place needs some cheering up, desperately. 

"Dunham Co. International isn't a very friendly place to work," Mrs. Dunham sighed, as if reading my thoughts. "But we work hard. I expect you'll be up to standards?"

"Of course, Ma'am," I nodded vigorously, not wanting to upset the boss on my first day. I needed this job, and was determined to keep it. She hummed thoughtfully and continued in silence down the corridor before entering a side door and leading me up an escalator. 

The entire top floor was surrounded by windows, and I gazed in awe at the bright skyline in the distance. In the center of the room sat two desks, one large and sturdily built, while another was small and looked quite delicate.

Perched next to said desk, on a rather delightful looking office chair (I could spend hours spinning on a chair like that) was a man. As soon as I laid eyes on him my heart skipped a beat. He wasgorgeous. My palms started to sweat as his eyes raked me over. "This is Mr. Driver," Mrs. Dunham introduced. 

The man, Mr. Driver, locked his gaze with mine, offering his hand to shake. "Call me Adam," he smiled, catching me off guard. I immediately smiled back and took his hand in mine. His skin was warm, and his grip was strong.

"My name's Y/N," I blushed red, my teeth gnawing on my lower lip. Adam chuckled and adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his noise. Only when Mrs. Dunham cleared her throat did I remember her presence in the room.

"Mr. Driver will be mentoring you," she instructed. "The only thing you will have to do will be to arrive promptly and listen to everything he tells you. When he feels you are ready I will personally supervise your exam." with that being said, Mr. Dunham exited the room, her heeled shoes clacking against the loud tile floor.

Silence hung in the room for a few moments before Adam decided to speak. "How old are you, Mrs. Y/N?" he quirked an eyebrow in question, an amused smile gracing his features.

"Twenty," I answered, playing with a thread on my knitted sweater. "Why do you ask?"

"Someone as young as you shouldn't be in a place like this," he sighed, thrumming his fingertips against the desk.

"What do you mean by that?" I retorted. If he thinks he's going to lecture me about experience, he'd got another thing coming.

"This is the kind of place people come to when they've gotten tired of actually living," he replied, his gaze enough to send shivers down my spine.

"I'm happy here," I told him, nabbing a more boring chair from the other side of the room. 

"Well, you shouldn't be," he threw back. "You only get one life. It's your duty to live it as fully as possible."

I rolled my eyes as the corners of my lips rose upwards in an inevitable grin. Adam chuckled and turned back to his work, leaving me to observe him in silence. When it was made clear he wasn't going to speak again, I started to leave, not wanting to pester the man any farther. 

Before I could go, however, my name rang throughout the room, drawing me back to look at him. "Good luck," Adam wished me before turning back to the computer screen. I let my gaze linger on him for a moment more before disappearing through the doorway.

Tomorrow suddenly looks a whole lot brighter.

A/n:by SherlockedWhyNot