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You couldn’t remember when you became TV world's biggest radio star, nor when the fan mail and creepy packages started to roll in. It was as if one day you’d woken up after college and fame had rushed in to overwhelm you, not that you were complaining.
But not all good things stay good, you learned that quickly. The fame was joyous but oh so overwhelming and one day, without warning you just… snapped. It was too much, people stalking you to find out what you liked, the downright pornographic gifts that started to flood the mail, it made you sick
So when TV-TIME&CO bought out your little local radioshack to use the building as storage, you weren’t exactly devastated. That was the nice thing about working radio, only the down right psychos actually knew what you looked like. Life was quick to sooth soon after. Hell, the place even offered you a job!
That's what led you to the position you were in now, your fame had passed almost two years ago now, the creepy mail and unsolicited… playboy worthy photos had come to almost a full stop, minus the occasional pervert who got wind of your existence. Never targeted, just idiots being idiots. Now you were starting your new position as a secretary on the main production floor, no longer hidden away in the green room.
The office had its ups and downs, the people you worked with were always nice! Heavy drinkers who slithered off to a bar after work everyday? Yeah, but they were hard working! The bosses… They were a different story. Though you’d never exactly experienced the wrath yourself, you heard Mike and Mr. Tenna could have pretty sour attitudes. Tenna especially. They were never directed at you, but every tantrum shook the office, papers flying and people terrified of losing their jobs, he could take the world down if he really wanted.
You had only ever seen him in passing, a glance at office parties or when he stopped for department head meetings, and even that was rare. Often Mike did it for him, Mr. Tenna was somewhat of an illusion to the world outside the production floor. But for you that was about to change. You’d landed a big promotion (after threatening to quit and start up another radio station to supplement the money you weren't making), and it was your time to shine up in the big leagues!
Your eyes adjusted as the elevator doors opened to the blue-light fluorescents of the production floor, never bad lighting for their stars you guessed.
The people on this floor were.. Far busier than the ones a few levels down, every one looking like their lives depended on running away from danger and to the studio. You had tried to stop some, asking for directions to where you were supposed to be going, but most of them didn't bother to stop. It wasn’t until you’d grabbed a poor little pippins by the hand and practically begged for help that you got a rushed, and vague set of directions.
Your new job details were that of an assistant, you were to schedule meetings and rework charts and old employee files, another cog in the machine to try and keep it running with minimal kinks and twists as possible.
Compared to the other workers, you were an anomaly, and that quickly stood out to you. Maybe it was something about the way your world worked, but those who were born to be successful or great were naturally.. Taller?
Tenna was the best specimen to view this anomaly on, though constantly fluctuating, when he was on air he looked to be about fifteen feet tall. When you saw him around the office though he tended to level out around thirteen feet, maybe it had to do with the amount of attention that was on him at any given time. Shockingly? You weren't far behind.
During the peak of your radio days, you were always resting at around eleven feet tall, to you the world was tiny. In your age, and lack of popularity, you’d shrunk down to a whopping nine feet. Still almost triple the size of your coworkers. You didn't anticipate to shrink or grow anytime soon though, you’d never seen someone get so far down in their ranking as a darkener to shrink an unnatural amount.
Your new desk, no matter where you moved, was always leagues too short and the chair was like that of a toddlers, small and uncomfortable. You were amidst fixing the wooden desk to a manageable size via the ‘font(?) size’ dial underneath the lip of the front when suddenly-
“Hey! You! ” Thunk!
Your eyes suddenly flicked up to meet the gaze of the Mr. Tenna. He was.. Shockingly handsome, roguish in that way that made him a true example of a face made for television. Normally, charm radiated off of him like nothing else, but right now that tone in his voice was making your skin absolutely crawl.
“Where the hell is that report I sent over? I need that for the weather segment today!” He hissed
Huh? You stared at him a moment with disbelief, was he really serious? Your desk supplies were still stacked high in a box literally right beside your head. “Im- Im sorry?”
His screen flashed a red colour and the edges of his screens warped as his plastic framing bent to form an angered expression, “You should be! Jesus, what do we pay you useless interns for?”
Oh
Oh.
So that's why everyone on this floor hated their lives so much, this talking bag of dicks was their boss.
You cleared your throat and took a deep breath, standing up from your crouched position and looking up at him. And for a moment, his confidence seemed to falter. You were much bigger than he’d expected. Height and build.
“I'm sorry sir, I’m new on this floor, but if you would give me..” Your eyes met the watch half-tucked under his sleeve, “Thirty minutes?” You hummed, pulling your laptop from the bottom of the overfilled and cluttered box of things you'd brought with you, “I’ll have it done.”
Tenna stared at you like you had slapped him, “ Who do you think you are? ” Your skin crawled again, his voice was laced with a static sound that made him appear more threatening.
You thought wisely about your next words, an idea fluttering into your mind, the old school radio charm worming into your tone as you batted your eyelashes at him, “I’m y/n, thirty minutes, that's all i’m asking. Please?”
That breathy hitch in your tone melted away the threatening exterior of the tv star, and like the magic you knew it was, he simply stormed away with a grumble, leaving you with time to work on the report that you literally JUST found out about..
“Fuck that’s harder to do than I remembered” You whispered to yourself, pressing a hand to your throat as it squeezed up. Maybe your spells were a little out of practice..