DISCLAIMER: Don't own, don't sue.
A/N: I don't really know about this. I kinda know where I wanna go, but read and tell me where you want me to go!! There will be Sirius/Remus and Ron/Hermione. Don't know who Harry should hook up with yet!! Tell me!! Tell me what you think and what I should do!!
25-year-old James Evans sighed. He was up to his elbows in paperwork, and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. He looked up at the clock. 'Damn, it's only five.' James sighed again and went back to making the piles on his desk a little smaller. Three hours later there was a knock on the door. A woman of no more than 20 peaked her head in.
"You're still here? Geez James, it's eight o'clock. Don't you think you should be getting home?"
James looked up and smiled. "Probably, but right now I am in the middle of something. I would really prefer to finish it before I tear this place apart."
The girl chuckled. She had only been working there a couple of months, but she already saw why every woman in the office wanted James to be in their bed. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't. Eve, you can go home, you know. I'm just going to be a couple of more minutes."
"Alright. See you in the morning," she said as she disappeared from sight. James shook his head and went back to what he was doing. Ten minutes later he was locking up his office and dropping a large stack of papers off at the front desk. Just as he was about to leave the office, his boss called him back.
"Listen, James, do you know about the Black account?"
"Isn't that the biggest deal this company has managed to secure?"
"Right. Now, I know you have only been working here for six years, but I want you to head up the account. You have talent kid, pure talent. I don't know how you do it, but it's just what they're looking for."
"But aren't there better people for the job? I mean, Laura and Jolie have more experience and are better suited for the task," pleaded James.
"Listen, they saw the work you've done, and they want you. Listen, if it makes you feel any better, Maybelle will be going with you," James's boss said. He paused when he saw the look on James's face before continuing. "I would have thought you would have jumped at the chance to go back to London. Anyways, you leave in two weeks. The owners have sent over all the details. I'm still trying to organize them. They'll be on your desk in the morning. Now, go home and get some sleep. You're going to be very busy soon." With that, the elder gentleman grabbed his coat and briefcase and walked out the front door. With another sigh, James followed.
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Once home, James opened a bottle of beer and flopped down on the couch to try to drown his miseries. The thought of going back to London was bringing about some pretty unpleasant memories. The last time he was there, no, he didn't want to think about the last time he was there. That would only bring about the nightmares, and Merlin knows he had had a hell of a time getting rid of those. But the thought of going back to the country where he was born, the country he had grown up in, the country where he had bleed countless times, that was something that he had dreaded for six years. He left there for a reason. He had no intention of going back, but now it seemed fate was going to screw him once more. James finished his beer and after staring at the fridge for five minutes, decided that he should just go to bed and try to forget why he had left in the first place.
A/N: I don't really know about this. I kinda know where I wanna go, but read and tell me where you want me to go!! There will be Sirius/Remus and Ron/Hermione. Don't know who Harry should hook up with yet!! Tell me!! Tell me what you think and what I should do!!
25-year-old James Evans sighed. He was up to his elbows in paperwork, and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. He looked up at the clock. 'Damn, it's only five.' James sighed again and went back to making the piles on his desk a little smaller. Three hours later there was a knock on the door. A woman of no more than 20 peaked her head in.
"You're still here? Geez James, it's eight o'clock. Don't you think you should be getting home?"
James looked up and smiled. "Probably, but right now I am in the middle of something. I would really prefer to finish it before I tear this place apart."
The girl chuckled. She had only been working there a couple of months, but she already saw why every woman in the office wanted James to be in their bed. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't. Eve, you can go home, you know. I'm just going to be a couple of more minutes."
"Alright. See you in the morning," she said as she disappeared from sight. James shook his head and went back to what he was doing. Ten minutes later he was locking up his office and dropping a large stack of papers off at the front desk. Just as he was about to leave the office, his boss called him back.
"Listen, James, do you know about the Black account?"
"Isn't that the biggest deal this company has managed to secure?"
"Right. Now, I know you have only been working here for six years, but I want you to head up the account. You have talent kid, pure talent. I don't know how you do it, but it's just what they're looking for."
"But aren't there better people for the job? I mean, Laura and Jolie have more experience and are better suited for the task," pleaded James.
"Listen, they saw the work you've done, and they want you. Listen, if it makes you feel any better, Maybelle will be going with you," James's boss said. He paused when he saw the look on James's face before continuing. "I would have thought you would have jumped at the chance to go back to London. Anyways, you leave in two weeks. The owners have sent over all the details. I'm still trying to organize them. They'll be on your desk in the morning. Now, go home and get some sleep. You're going to be very busy soon." With that, the elder gentleman grabbed his coat and briefcase and walked out the front door. With another sigh, James followed.
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Once home, James opened a bottle of beer and flopped down on the couch to try to drown his miseries. The thought of going back to London was bringing about some pretty unpleasant memories. The last time he was there, no, he didn't want to think about the last time he was there. That would only bring about the nightmares, and Merlin knows he had had a hell of a time getting rid of those. But the thought of going back to the country where he was born, the country he had grown up in, the country where he had bleed countless times, that was something that he had dreaded for six years. He left there for a reason. He had no intention of going back, but now it seemed fate was going to screw him once more. James finished his beer and after staring at the fridge for five minutes, decided that he should just go to bed and try to forget why he had left in the first place.