The Boss (A Michael Jackson FanFiction)

The Boss..8..

"Sorry, sir, but we're not opened yet." Eric says as Mr. Jackson slowly approaches us.

Mr. Jackson's eyes are directly on me.

"I know," Mr. Jackson says as he finally looks around the space. "I'm just looking around."

"That's fair, but sir, until we're ready for business, there's no reason for anyone except employees to be here."

"Oh, but I have a great reason to be here." Mr. Jackson smiles and it's at me.

Eric frowns as he looks from Mr. Jackson to me. "Tam?"

"What?" I shrug, innocently.

"Do you kn--"

"I'm the owner of this building." Mr. Jackson interrupts, stopping short of Eric. "I'm Michael Jackson, and Jackson Towers, these floors you've rented, belong to me."

Eric turns to Mr. Jackson, chuckling nervously. "Oh, I apologize, sir, I--I didn't get a good look at--I'm sorry--Eric Southern. I'm Eric Southern, sir."

I make a face at Eric as he and Mr. Jackson shake hands.

"How would you know who I am?" Mr. Jackson asks, staring at me. "You didn't go through me to get this space, Mr. Southern. Which, by the way, are two of my best floors. The office view is spectacular."

"Oh, I know, sir." Eric smiles, forcibly. "But what brings you down today?"

"I always assess my surroundings, Mr. Southern. Especially when I've leased a piece of my empire to someone I don't know." Mr. Jackson emphasizes as he looks at me again. I arch a brow at him. I'm not apart of your empire, Mr. Jackson. "When my team told me about you wanting to lease some space, Mr. Southern, I didn't think it would be a good idea. I don't deal in architecture or contracting, but this building is equal opportunistic. We have everything from Recording Studios to Private Investigators to Charity Planners in this building. I assume having a contracting firm in my building wouldn't be so bad. Also, I think it will be great for business and exposure."

"Me too, sir. I already have clients and they're looking forward to meeting here in my new space."

"Is your team ready, Mr. Southern?"

"Yes, and they'll be moving everything in tomorrow."

"That's great."

"All I needed was a secretary, and--" Eric continues, looking back at me, smiling. "my good friend here, Tamera, decided to help me out with that."

"She did?" Mr. Jackson asks, tilting his head to one side. "Isn't that great?"

"Yes, and I'm so grateful she accepted my offer. She's always been so crea--"

"Rebound job, Miss Stewart?" Mr. Jackson interrupts Eric as he looks at me once more. "So soon?"

"Rebound job?" Eric frowns, confused. "What?"

Mr. Jackson peels his eyes from mine to address Eric. "Your friend here interviewed for a position with me yesterday, Mr. Southern. The same position she's snagged here to be exact."

Eric looks at me, shock written all over his supermodel features, as he asks. "You interviewed with him yesterday, Tam?"

"And you told Mika to tell me my services weren't needed." I address Mr. Jackson as I ignore Eric's questioning looks. "Why wouldn't I look for another job when you went with a different person?"

"Because I didn't go with a different person, Miss Stewart." Mr. Jackson makes known, calmly.

"Y-You didn't?" I stutter and this time I'm confused.