Stiles loves his job. Nay. He adores. Possibly would have relations with it if the job was into it and could co-sign a lease to a house. And enjoy roadtrips and camping. But sadly, his job can’t do that.
His job would be perfect. He’s glad he got this internship right after college. And if things go well he’ll become a permanent employee at Hale Industries.
Stiles may have even had a wet dream about that. Because Hale Industries is the leader in just about everything and anything.
So the internship is amazing. But also terrible. Not from the job perspective. But from the boss one.
Derek Hale is an asshole. Stiles is just going by office gossip and those impromptu meetings in the employee break room and cafeteria. And it’s largely true. The entire applied science and engineering division’s interns are worked like dogs. Even Stiles’ supervisor, Alan Deaton isn’t safe from Hale’s wraith. He’s caught Deaton sleeping in his office on more than one night when Hale sends those god awful memos about shortened timeframes and budget cuts.
Stiles has never met the guy, but he’s quite certain that Derek Hale is a hell beast. Actually none of the interns have met him. They were introduced to Erica Reyes. Derek’s PA who on their first day of orientation made Isaac Lahey cry. Such that Isaac now runs on a continuous mess of Red Bull and protein bars to work through his lunch hour to meet Hale’s demands.
Apparently Derek Hale is next in line to take over the company. Whenever Peter Hale decides to retire. Which is doubtful since Peter Hale look like he’s not even fifty. So god knows how old Derek is.
But Stiles just needs to make it through the week and then he can sleep for two days and not think about how he has a more intimate relationship with his job than any significant other. He curses Scott’s luck for finding his soulmate during the first day of college. Stiles hasn’t been so lucky. Aside from mooning over Lydia Martin, a process engineer who works in R&D.
He’s so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the elevator.
“Hey wait!” His hand flails at the closing door forlornly until a hand snakes out to stop the doors from closing.
“Oh thanks!” he says and beams at the stranger in the elevator.
He’s met with a dark scowl of a mess of a tall, dark and handsome man in a suit that costs more than Stiles’ apartment.
The guy really rocks the silent vibe. And he looks as stressed as Stiles’ feels.
“Good thing it’s Thursday, right?” grins Stiles. “I swear if Derek Hale changes the schedule for the design plans again, we’ll all be sleeping in the office.”
The dark haired guy’s eyebrows twitch. But his scowl turns more into a frown as Stiles continues to talk about his project. Well, his baby. Hopefully the one that will get him on the permanent payroll.
The elevator reaches the lobby in no time and Stiles is surprised that he word vomited his week to a stranger. Maybe Scott’s right, he should get a pet. Maybe a dog.
“Well, have a good night,” he says and gives the guy a friendly shoulder punch. Which leaves the guy even more bewildered. Stiles shrugs it off, it’s pretty normal to have that look working here.
He’s catches Danny leaving another elevator and forgets the oddness of the ride. He’s out the door just as he hears a “Good night, Mr. Hale.”. But Danny’s already tugging his arm to the parking lot that he misses the stranger returning the goodbye to the security desk.
But, y’know, um… sometimes there’s other things you wouldn’t think would be a good combination that end up turning out to be like a perfect combination, y’know? Like two people together who nobody ever thought would be together… ever.
The alpha is honor bound to protect his pack. Unless the survival of the pack interferes with the survival of his mate…
I CAN’T EVEN. OMG.