Elizabeta

Alright, so here's the thing: I need a job. Like, I really need a job. I've been living on the loose change I find around my apartment, and I've just barely managed to buy myself a 6 pack of instant ramen for the week.

"That'll be $1.98," the cashier says.

I hand her all the change I have, and she makes a face at the baggie of pennies. She counts them and comes at $1.97.

I let out a sigh and open my bag, praying I've got one more cent. She looks like she pities me as I scrounge around my bag for a last penny. You know it's bad when even the young Walmart cashiers drowning in student loans pity you.

The people behind me groan, and I shoot them a cold stare.

"Just take it," she sighs, handing me the noodles.

"Thanks…" I glance at her name tag. "Cheryl…"

She nods and I leave with my ramen, but definitely not my dignity.

I get in my car (side note: I call it Lemon, because it's yellow...and also a piece of shit), and the engine sputters to life like an old man waking up from a 24 hour nap. As I'm driving I wonder how my life even got to this point.

When I turn into the poorer part of town, I pass by some of the brown front yards on the one lane street when I hear an engine rev behind me. I look into the mirror and see a silver BL Schmidt Eagle roaring towards me. I roll my eyes.

"What the heck is a BL Schmidt doing here? The driver's either lost or an arrogant asshole." The Eagle's engine roars again, giving me a mini-heart attack. "Maybe even both."

The car keeps approaching fast, and I prepare to pull over when my car suddenly starts slowing down.

"No, no, no! Not now...Ugh!" I forgot to find money for gas.

I look up and the BL Schmidt isn't stopping, I only have time for my eyes to widen as it collides with the back of my car.

Gilbert

"Okay, okay...deep breaths now Gil, it's no big deal...I'll be fine…Oh who am I kidding? I'm so dead...ugh I am literally Über dead with a capital u and an umlaut!" I am having a panic attack. I've paced around this room so many times my footprints are part of the carpet.

I look at the bandaged girl in the bed, and I clutch my head again, trying not to scream.

"I am so frick fracking deeeead!" I wail. I walk towards a wall in despair, resting my arm and my head on the wall. "ARGH!"

"Gilbert, what is with all the noi- oh mein gott who the hell is that?" I jump at the sound of my brother's voice. I swear my body whips around at 360 degrees per second.

"I-it's not as bad as it looks!" I stutter out. He looks absolutely horrified. His eyes looked like they would pop out of his skull.

"What did you do to her?" Ludwig screams. "Why is she unconscious and bleeding?"

"Okay, so funny story," I chuckle nervously. I can feel the sweat slowly squeezing from my pores.

"You think this is funny?" His roar breaks both my eardrums.

"No!" I snap. "I just-"

"Then why-"

"Stop it! Listen to m-"

"Nein! How the fuck are gonna explain-"

Maybe it's the stress, or maybe it's the noise, but I feel a rush of anger fill my entire body.

"AGH! SHUT UUUUUUP!" I yell so loudly my entire body shakes.

Ludwig's mouth forms a tight line, his blue eyes piercing my soul. My anger fades into fear at the look in his eyes. "When did I become such a wuss?"

"Okay, are we gonna listen now?" I say, taking a seat on the bed to collect myself.

His eyes follow me, the rest of his body is rigid.

I take a deep breath. "So I was out testing one of our cars right?"

His expression doesn't change.

"And I wanted to take it for a spin on some of the shittiest roads I could find...you know, so I can test the tires and stuff…" I look up from the ground and Ludwig is still glaring at me. "So go down to Hempstead Turnpike...and I see -" A snort involuntarily forced its way up my nose.

Ludwig raises his eyebrow.

"I see this girl's car." My body is shaking and my eyes are tearing up. It's so damn funny! "I'm sorry okay? This girl's car…" I choke out. "It was just such a piece of Scheiße!" All the laughter I was holding back erupted from my body. "And the cherry on top? It was piss yellow!" My abs are literally bursting and Ludwig doesn't even smile. Sometimes I wonder how we're even related.

It's a long while before my laughter subsides. Ugh, my throat is so sore, I haven't laughed that hard in ages. Totally worth it.

He rolls his eyes, putting his hands on his hips. "Gilbert, did you hit her?"

My mouth stretches into an uncomfortable grin.

He turns and marches out of the room.

Oh god, oh no. He's going to the garage.

"Wait! Ludwig!"

I stumble after him, telling him to wait, but there's nothing stopping him at this point.

He opens the garage door and the knuckles on the hand that's gripping the doorknob turn completely white. The Eagle's front bumper looks like a squished accordion, and the splitter looks like a huge flake of paint peeling off an old wall.

"Gilbert." His voice growls deep in his throat.

I let out a breath.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"

As my life flashes before my eyes, I can see all the birds within a twenty mile radius take off in a panic.

I wish I could fly away too.

"Hey bro, relaaaax. We can fix this no problem. We've got plenty of money. Besides, this was just the prototype right?" I shove my hands in my pockets, forcing myself to stand up straight. I look straight at his nose.

I hate that my little brother is taller than me.

"I don't care about the money." Ludwig pinches the bridge of his nose and runs his hands over his head. "Why couldn't you just take the girl to a damn hospital?"

"Because I can't risk getting involved with the police, duh."

"EXACTLY," he hisses. His face is inches from mine. "A car accident can land you right in their hands. Do you want us to get caught? Do you want to doom us all?"

"Hey there bro, getting a little up close and personal are we?" I joke.

My cheek is red and stinging in an instant.

"Can you take anything seriously for once?" He stands up straight again, crossing his arms.

"Look, I'm sorry." I put my hands up. "I made a huge mistake and I'm a dick."

"How do you do it?" He turns away and rubs his forehead. "How do you work so well during our business transactions, but then act like such a clown at any other time?"

"I'm complicated Ludy-Lu." I shrug. "And I'm an excellent actor."

He sighs and turns to face me again. I am forgiven.

"Okay, what are we going to do about the girl?" He says.

I put my hand on my chin and think for a moment. "We offer her a job."

"What?" His eyes light up with confusion.

"Look at it this way. We save her life, give her a good paying job, she forgives me for the accident, and she keeps her mouth shut and never talks about it again."

He considers this for a moment, and looks like he'll be convinced. "What makes you think she'll take the job?"

"Well, judging from the abomination she was driving, and the fact that I found a pack of instant noodles from Walmart in her passenger seat, I'd say she really needs the money."

He looks satisfied with my proposal. "Alright, how about this "abomination" of a vehicle she was driving? Where is it?"

"I called Alejandro. He's taken it to the junkyard. No evidence of the crash whatsoever."

"Hm." Ludwig smiles. "Maybe you're not as much of a clown as I thought."

"I am your older brother Ludy-Lu." I smirk.

He rolls his eyes at his nickname. "What job are you going to offer her exactly?"

"My personal assistant."

A/N: Ooh, what's Elizabeta gonna think about Gilbert's proposal when she wakes up? And why are Ludwig and Gilbert hiding from the po-po? Stay tuned for another exciting installment of Working for Gilbert Beilschmidt… Please leave a review, what do you think is going on? What are you looking forward to?

Next chapter release date - Estimated: July 21st.

Also, I'm going to leave this list of characters and their companies here for the next few chapters. Just until you guys are totally familiar with it. I understand that it could get confusing, especially once I introduce everyone.

Characters and Companies:

Gilbert Beilschmidt and Ludwig Beilschmidt: BL Schmidt

-Elizabeta Héderváry: Works for Gil

Industry: Entry-level Luxury, Luxury, and Ultra-Luxury Cars

Real-life comparison: BMW meets Rolls-Royce

Roderich Edelstein: Edelstein

Industry: Luxury Jewelry

Real-life comparison: Swarovski

Antonio Fernández Carriedo: Antonio Fernández

Lovino and Feliciano Vargas: Fratelli Italiani (Subsidiary company)

Also holds Francis' collections (Le Bonnefoy)

Real-life comparison: Chanel

Industry: High-end Fashion

Real-life comparison: Versace

Francis Bonnefoy: Bonnefoy's

Industry: Food (5-star Restaurant)

Real-life comparison: Restaurant Le Meurice (Paris)

Arthur Kirkland: Kirkland

Industry: Casinos and Hotels

Real-life comparison: Hilton meets Caesars Palace

Alfred F. Jones: A.F Jones

Industry: Entry-level Luxury, Luxury, and Ultra-Luxury Cars

Real-life comparison: Ford meets Ferrari

*Owns some of Arthur's companies

Kirkland Signature (Costco)

Kirkland's Home

Ivan Braginsky: Braginsky

Industry: High-end Alcohol

Real-life comparison: Grey Goose

Matthew Williams: Matt & Kuma

Kumajirou: Matt's pet polar bear (fully grown now)

Industry: High-end Fashion

Real-life comparison: Hermes

Yao Wang: Wang Electronics (W.E.)

Industry: Electronics

Real-life comparison: Apple