The FrUK Chronicles

“SHIT” Francis screeched as he threw his pillow off his face, he was late for work at his own store. He ripped his shirt off and chucked it into the corner of his room, he would have to get it later. He stripped completely and multitasked beyond belief. He was getting dressed, brushing his teeth and fixing his hair all at the same time. Finally he snatched his phone from the charger and practically sprinted down the hall. The elevator took forever to get to his floor and by the time it did he had no patience left. He got in and rapidly pressed the button, though, he knew it wouldn't do anything. As he exited the complex he could see that his shoppe was packed. He sighed in despair and jogged the block there. Sure enough as he entered, plastering a smile on his face, it was chaos. There was not enough staff there to help all of the groups of brides at once so there was a not-so-single file line twisting around the lobby. Francis excused himself throughout the line until he got around the desk and checked his email again...Two truck deliveries overnight. It was only noon, how the trucks from Cali had gotten there so fast was beyond him. Francis knew he was needed and quickly snatched a group of ladies waiting in the front of the line.
“Why hello ladies! Please come with me!”
“Dear lord you're Mr. Bonnefoy! I didn't know you worked here!” Exclaimed a woman with big, hazel eyes
“Well yes I do! I've worked at all of my stores before”
“So cool!”
“So! Which one of you lovely ladies is the bride?”
“Well, we both are” a woman with a blue hair put her arm around the woman with the hazel eyes
“Ohhhh!!! How adorable! Do you want to pick dresses together or separate?” Francis asked
“Together” they replied in sync
“But” said Eyes “Were not gonna let each other see what we pick so we're gonna look at dresses together” ~well that just makes my job that much easier~
Since there were twice the brides, Francis decided to take the group to the back room instead of the crowded showroom. The women's mouths dropped as they entered the back room with the hundreds of dresses on a half moon shaped rack leading around the room. Francis paraded dresses around the room, some were turned down but must were added to the ever growing pile the ones they wanted to try on. He was about to set a limit since he did not feel like alphabetizing the dresses again tonight.
“Mr. Bonnefoy?! You have an Arthur Kirkland here to see you? He cut the whole line this must be-” Francis cut her off by quickly exiting the room but not before he gave her some simple simple instructions.
“Miss Carolson, I really need you to watch this group. From what I've seen they like taking things off the hangers and out of the bags before deciding if they like it or not….Please make sure none of the dresses get on the floor, even if they're in the bags still”
“You can count on me sir” and with that Francis waltzed into the lobby where Arthur was being pelted with insults as he stood shouting at others to quit pushing him.
“I am returning something! I have to pay a fee and I'll be done-Don't touch me!”
“Arthur!” Francis called. The blond whipped around and pushed his way towards him, a suit folded over his arm.
“I ironed and washed it before I came. Sorry I'm so late”
“You're not late! I was late today, I got here at noon”
“Stayed up to late designing dresses hm?”
“Well….No I cleaned around here until I feel asleep on my desk” Arthur laughed at that, his laugh was loud and he snorted a bit when he laughed. It was adorable.
“That's pretty great, Frog”
“Why thank you, Grouch”
“Grouch?”
“Well you seem like the grouchy type”
“Well thanks for stereotyping me” he chuckled
“You called me Frog first”
Then there was a crash. It was not loud, but loud enough for Francis to dash down the hall,Arthur following since he didn't want to stay in the lobby, to find the blue haired bride crying over a broken vase. Dresses littered the floor, a Starbucks coffee cup was tipped over and coffee rushed towards the cream colored dress that lay near it Francis caught the dress in his arms and called his secretary's name.
“S-she had to go to her office” whimpered Blue Hair
“Excuse me?”
“She got a phone call” replied Eyes
Francis sighed and Arthur awkwardly followed him to the personal offices of the staff. There were three, the secretary's office for when it got too loud to answer calls, the manager's office, and the tailor office where measurements were looked over again and dresses were altered in private. Francis opened the door to Miss Carolson’s office to find her nude, on top of the desk, being fingered by another man. He didn't work for Francis so he wouldn't have to fire two people today.
“Am I interrupting?” Francis asked, the couple turned and the secretary screamed
“Pervert!” Francis cringed at the name...After all, that was all he was in high school right?
“Well I'm so sorry, I didn't know you would have a man in here elbow deep in your vagina” the two looked embarrassed and Arthur quickly turned away obviously getting second hand embarrassment.
“Cover up, you're fired”
“You can't fire me!” Carolson screamed
“Oh yes I can! When you sneak off, let customers damage ten THOUSAND dollars worth of dresses and then get your cum all over a desk that I paid for, of course I can fire you! But first you're gonna clean up this mess then you're going to pay me back for the seven ruined dresses.” Francis took Arthur by the hand and dragged him away.
“Everyone can I have your attention please!” Francis called to all of the brides in the lobby, everyone turned and looked “We’re closing right now, an hour early, I'm so sorry it's just that the overcrowding, the deliveries and staff issues are just too much so you can come and make reservations with a staff member to get ahead of tomorrow's customers if you would like...Brides only please. We don't need hovering family.”
Arthur looked astonished “Am I allowed to return this now?”
“Keep it”
“I can't”
“Why not?”
“Well I need to come back and get another one soon so I have to have something to trade” The Brit replied, barely able to hear over the yells of brides. Francis was feeling risky…
“Wanna go out to dinner after this evening?”
“What? Like leave? Now? Don't you have to close up and make sure the secretary does her work?”
“Honestly I could just sue her instead but I don't want magazines with the headline ‘French Fashion Designer Sues Secretary For Having Sex’ or some shit”
“Alright then...But I have to back to my place and change...Mind coming along?”
“Not at all”