Chapter 1
Eren
"What?!" Eren, Armin, and Mikasa all yelled in unison.
"You heard me the first time. I want you guys to be working, not screwing off all day while I’m gone." Pixis chided. Eren let out a frustrated groan.
"But we have each other to entertain ourselves! We won't be bored, Grandpa!" Eren whined. He really didn't like the sound of being some rich guy's assistant.
"Eren, I have security cameras all around the building. You have done nothing productive in weeks. You’re always on your phones or computers. Can you guys, at least, give it a chance? You might like it. And, if you really do get tired of it, you'll be switching bosses every week, so you might like the next one better." Pixis sighed.
"But Grandpa-" Eren started to argue but was cut off when Armin tugged on his sleeve and dragged him out of Pixis' office, Mikasa following them closely behind.
"Eren! What are you doing!" Armin exclaimed.
"I will not be some snobby, rich guy’s assistant!”
"Think about all that Grandpa has done for us! Is it really so terrible that we become assistants for a while?" Armin furrowed his eyebrows. Eren sighed.
"Mika, what do you think?" Eren asked, Mikasa turning to him at the sound of her nickname.
"Eren, Armin does have a point. Grandpa has done so much for us. Taking us in and providing for us. He didn’t have to do that you know. This could be our way of paying our gratitude." She reasoned.
Eren sighed and nodded. He knew Armin always wanted to work with Grandpa at Trost Inc. He couldn't break Armin's dream like that.
"I guess if it's just for a short -"
Armin tackled Eren to the ground, giving him a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Eren laughed and wrapped his arms around Armin's waist.
"Let's go tell Grandpa." He threw an arm over Armin and Mikasa's shoulders and walked through the door. He knew he was going to regret this but it wasn't for his sake, it was for Grandpa and Armin's.
"Well?"
"We’ll give it a shot, Grandpa," Mikasa said blandly. Pixis grinned widely and nodded.
"Wonderful! You’ll start three days from now. Thank you guys so much."
Eren sighed, hanging his head. He imagined what he gets to look forward to now. Yep, he was definitely going to regret agreeing to this.
Back at home, only been three hours had passed and Eren was already bored. God, he hated being bored. But at least, it gave him time to think. Eren really disliked the idea of having to work under some pretentious snob of a businessman, who wears only designer suits and drinks only the finest Arabian coffee. Or so he likes to imagine them. But he has to admit that it’s could be a really good opportunity for him.
He’d get a good paycheck, and be able to be at least somewhat productive with his time. And if he’s lucky, they’ll keep him busy enough for the time to pass quickly. And who knows? Maybe he’ll like it.
Or so he hopes.