ᴛʜᴇ ᴩʀᴏᴩᴏѕᴀʟ!ᴀᴜ // Kingofstolenhearts & Yukionnamonet

kingofstolenhearts:

At first he thought, he didnt HAVE to do this, he could always be Caesar’s assistant but then…. no… no he couldn’t, because not only was he a pain in the ass, but Monet had threatened him earlier with Law and well, that was grounds enough for a firing. 

”You know, some people simply ask a person out for coffee before the ol ball and chain gets brought up“ he could even call this sexual harassment if he wanted too but really that’d only get the same response, she’d be fired and he’d be stuck. With Caesar. 

Not worth it. 

But one good thing came out of this he supposed, that promotion, really he’d been bullshitting on that one, he hadn’t actually expected her to go through with it because he’d been trying for that promotion for a good year and a half now and she’d yet to throw him a bone, but if this was how he was going to get it… he paced back and forth, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

He paused in his pace, turning on his heel to look at her with an expression that could only be described as not amused. 

”So you’re actually going to play ball on that then? Finally going to give me that promotion if I play along with this ridiculous charade?” that’d mean she’d be searching for a new assistant, one that’d cater to her every whim. Poor bastard whoever they were. 

Perhaps they’d have the courage to add rat poison to her coffee, like he’d never had the balls to do. 

It got to a point in which Monet just stopped apologizing, for it seemed that Law was going to be annoyed either way, so why should she even bother anymore? Monet wasn’t amused either, the whole situation felt like the world’s most distasteful joke and she wasn’t liking how it all could be so easily destroyed. The chances of that working out were minimal and it was sad and pathetic that a woman like her had to make use of such a stupid trick to be able to stay and work in the job she had put so much effort and hopes and dreams into. She had given that work her everything and now, simply giving up, wasn’t an option.

Monet was going to hold into whichever option she had left, as stupid as it was, and that included marrying her assistant. That was what she told herself when she had to leave the huge plane to get in a suspiciously tiny light aircraft. She had in her hands the book with all the questions they might get asked next Monday back in New York. She had learnt a lot of things about Law, but that was nothing compared with everything she should know already about him if they were in an actual relationship, but she wasn’t going to give up. 

Taking a mental note of Law being allergic to yeast and that she shouldn’t say she cooked him waffles every Sunday morning she was a bit thrown back at the sight of Law’s family awaiting for him in the airport. Airport for calling it something for that was far from looking like an airport.

Monet took a mental note to stop being so judgy. 

— ❝ So that’s your family.❞

   She was genuinely smiling at them, and a bit nervous for metting them and how it all would play out. They looked lovely to be honest. It had to be hearwarming that of having a loving family that came to pick you up at the airport and that was so happy to see you.