Young managers | By : gwen Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 940 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Autnbspnbsp;:
Gwenaelle D.
Addresse : karrakoln@yahoo.fr
Origine :
Gundam Wings
Disclaimer : the characters are not mine
unfortunately… but it wouldn’t be a fanfic otherwise ^^
Genre : love love love love love !!!
Couples : you’ll see.
1) I got these idea leaving the office…don’t
ask ! ;)
2) Complete AU, some OOC will probably occur,
but nothing serious. Oh, they’re not 15 years old our G-boys… :o)
3) I did my best to write a good English but
I’m faaaaaaaar from perfection, so please forgive my awful English skills.
Gomen nasai !!!!
4) This is the translation of JCD. As this site
is in English, I have to adapt ^___^ .I’ll try my best ^^V !!!
- « Margie ? Can you call Duo Maxwell
for me ? He should come directly in my office. »
- « All right M. Winner. »
One minute later, the craziest and braided
commercial of the society was entering in the office.
-
« Yooooo ! Boss ! » he said
with a huge smile.
- « Loudless, Duo ! How do you
want me to have the respect of all of my collaborators if everybody can hear
you scream « boss », « honey » or « my little
Quat-chan » through the door ? » said Quatre exasperated.
- « Huh huh huh ! Don’t worry, Margie has fainted ! My devastating charm has struck
again ! »
- « You will not kill another secretary…
a-gain ! »
- « Hey, it wasn’t my fault if Claudia wa lia little too old to survive a kiss on the cheek ! »
-
« Anyway. I have a new profile to introduce to you. »
said the PDG while giving the papers to his best commercial.
Duo sat in a big, comfortable and stuffed arm-chair,
in front of the boss.
- « Heero Yuy… » he begun
« … whaou but he’s HOT ! » said the young man looking at the picture,
then devourng ing it with the eyes. « Rooh la la, did you see his
eyes ?! These
mouth ! And these haircut… absolutely fashion… »
- « I was certain you would fell for
hnbspnbsp;» said Quatre with a large smile.
-
« Hin hin ! The
« wedding-sir » is on today ? »
- « Why not ? Moreover his CV is
excellent, I hope you’ll find a good client for him to work with. »
- « Of course, don’t worry for
that… Did you notice, he’s doing a face on the picture… I hope it’s not an
omen of a bad tempered guy. »
- « I know you like smiling people, Duo,
but in front of a camera, even I can’t smile. »
- « But you always had a lovey-dovey face
my little Quat-chan ! » said Duo, nicely laughting at his best
friend.
- « Go and do your phone call ! Go go
go ! »
- « I’m going, I’m going… » said the
American standing up then doing little dancing steps. « Bye bye
Quat-chan » he said with a feminine voice, imitating the divine Marylin
Monroe.
Quatre looked at the ceiling, disillusioned,
then went back to his work.
***
Heero Yuy… I like you ! A real hunk and I know that you will resist me ! Hé
hé hé, I love that ! But if I want to, I’ll get you, Heero Yuy !
Well well, let stop the fantasize and go back
to work..
Duo dialed a portable phone number on his
phone.
-
« Allo ? »
O My God the sexy voiiiiiiiiiiiiice !
- « Mister Yuy ? »
- « Speaking. »
- « Good afternoon, Duo Maxwell of the
Gundam Force Society. I’m calling you in consequence to the CV that you sent to
us. »
-
« Hmmm. »
Ouhla, he doesn’t look very talkative !
- « We’d like to know if you would be free
for an interview next week ? »
- « What
day ? »
- « Let see… Monday evening, around 7 pm.
Would it be okay with you ? »
- « Perfect. »
- « Do I need to remember you of our
address ? »
- « No thank you, I have it. »
- « Very good, well see you on Monday
then, Mister Yuy. »
- « Good bye. »
- « Good bye. »
Duo hang up the phone. He stayed a little time
without moving, the hand still on the phone, then he sat back, smiling and
crossing his arms behind his head. These sexy voice fitted perfectly with the
picture he had under his eyes. If the man was well dressed, he could easily
look like a model… But… Ouch ! He wasn’t spoilt concerning the good
manners nor the etiquette. On the other hand, he should be of a dreadful
efficacy. He already knew to whom he would introduce him. Trowa Barton, his
buddy, was in charge of an important financial project in one of the most
prestigious banks. He had just reinforce his team hiring a worker of the
adverse company, a so-called Chang Wufeï, but he had still not supply the
second position as a junior project chief he was offering.
A second phone call was necessary.
-
« Trowa Barton. »
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