AN: Hello all! This story is inspired by the new web show Emma Approved based off of Jane Austen's Emma. I absolutely fell in love with The Lizzie Bennet Diaries and Emma Approved is definitely working its way into my heart as well. I think Brent Bailey plays a fantastic Mr. Knightley (even though I totally think they should have kept the name as George) and he's not too bad to look at either ;). Let me know what you all think! It's the first thing I have written in a long time so I'm a little nervous about it.

P.S. To those who have not watched the web show and are here specifically here for Emma fanfiction: I am so sorry about adding this in the mix of Emma stories! This should technically be added into another category, but since the show is so new the Emma Approved web series category is pretty non-existent. Please forgive me! I hope it's not too annoying for you :) Also, you should definitely check the series out on YouTube. It's a great modern day adaptation!

There were a few things in life Alex Knightley was sure of. The first one being, no matter how much he likes to tease Emma about it, he actually quite likes his job.

He has always been the studious type of guy and something about the piles of paperwork on his desk is a challenge he loves to compete in (Alex Knightley would also like to oh so casually mention the giant room he gets to call his office).

Alex is numero uno, decision maker, and everyone's go-to guy.

Yet, Emma may have a point (not that he would let her know that). Sometimes when he's in the Head Cheese office he realizes it can get a bit quiet in there. While any sane man would relish in this kind of solitude, Alex Knightley is also a restless sort.

So whenever the emptiness gets a little too much for him, he ventures out to go bother his dearest friend. For Alex Knightley is also an infuriatingly snarky man that takes pleasure in pointing out the obvious flaws in Emma's line of thinking.

He has been in top shape lately, what with Emma's new obsession in documenting her path to fortune and fame. He can't help the slightly arrogant smile that adorns his face when Emma, too, realizes her mistakes and that she's not as perfect as she makes herself out to be. And he whistles as he saunters out of her office, well, because sometimes he's just a smug prick.

Yet, later on that afternoon, after a quick eye roll at catching him playing her secretary again, she looks a little worse for wear when she sighs and says, "What am I going to do?" He can't help but sigh himself and pat her hand. "It'll all work out Emma," he says, "just leave it be. Now let's go check out that new restaurant you've been bugging me about before it gets too busy. Maybe I'll even share the mozzarella sticks with you this time."

And as she laughs and pushes him out the door (literally), he can't help but smile; as long as Emma is around his job could never be boring.