AN: I'm back with a new story! I've been working on this for months and I'm so excited to finally be able to share it with you! I don't even know how to appropriately thank those of you who have helped me with this thing. Mariah's been an amazing beta for quite a while and I owe her the world! Sandra, Morgan, Amy, Mollie, Jenn, Layla, thank you all so much for your encouragement and advice. I owe all of you the world. Enjoy!


Unpacking the last of her bags, Elena Gilbert placed her suitcase neatly into the hall closet before returning to her bedroom and taking in the breathtaking view of the bustling city outside of her window. New York City, to be exact.

Her new home.

She'd recently completed her final semester of law school, finishing at the top of her class. She'd excelled there, drawing on her skills as a writer, negotiator and – when the situation had called for it – debater. She loved being right and loved the sense of smug satisfaction she felt when her opponents realized they'd underestimated her even more.

As a petite and pretty brunette with wide doe eyes that gave her a deceptively innocent look, people underestimated her all of the time.

Elena had wanted to become a lawyer for as long as she could remember – she knew she'd be brilliant at it –and that dream was one step closer to become a reality. Moving away from the window, she crossed the bare hardwood floor of her bedroom to her dresser, picking up an official letter with hands that trembled more than she would have liked. She scanned the heavy stationary, rereading the invitation to her second – and potentially final – interview to begin her first job as a paralegal; she planned on working as one so that when she passed the bar exams, she'd already have a spot in the firm. It was also a means to make money since she was paying for schooling on her own. Her gaze eventually landed on the address and official seal across the header. Salvatore & Salvatore: Attorneys at Law.

Salvatore.

For the hundredth time, Elena wondered if she'd completely lost her mind – just reading the name made her blood run cold and a shiver race down her spine – but she'd known what she was getting herself into when she'd applied. And when she'd gone in for her first interview.

The opportunity was simply too perfect to pass up.

A position had opened at Salvatore & Salvatore, one of the post prestigious firms in the city, and she'd jumped at the opportunity not only to get a foot in the door, but to show certain people what she was made of – even though she was completely unprepared to face him.

Damon Salvatore.

Not only would she be working with him, she'd be working for him – after years of silence. A painful memory rose from the buried depths of her mind, reminding Elena why she had kept her distance.

August 2005

Chewing mercilessly on her bottom lip, Elena loaded boxes into her car, preparing to take off for her first semester at Duke University. She was happy and excited – ready for the next chapter of her life to begin. She'd finally get to experience all of the things that went along with being a college student – dorm rooms, late night study sessions, frat parties – and the independence that came with it.

The intensity of her excitement and anticipation wasn't enough to outweigh the anxiety coursing through her, however. Elena was worried, plain and simple. Not about school, necessarily – nerves were normal and expected – but about her best friend.

She was worried about Damon.

He'd been her best friend since they'd been in diapers, or at least it felt that way. Her earliest memory took her back to when they'd played in a sandbox and he'd dumped sand into her hair for sitting in his spot when he'd gone to grab a juice box from his mother. Once their parents had made him apologize, they'd quickly made up and played together for the remainder of the day, lost in their own little world. They'd remained inseparable throughout elementary school, junior high and even high school. She trusted him more than her best girlfriends and now, she couldn't picture her life without him in it. Damon understood her, looked out for her and he always made her laugh.

But not today.

Typically, he'd be boasting about how awesome he was and how much she was going to miss him while she was away at school, but the confident, self-assured Damon Salvatore was nowhere to be found. Instead, he was quiet and reserved as he helped her pack – preoccupied by something he wasn't sharing with her. The few times that he had spoken, Elena could've sworn that he'd stammered and fumbled for words. He avoided looking at her, quickly averting his gaze whenever she glanced his way.

Resting against one of her tail lights, Elena looked over at him. Feeling the weight of her gaze, Damon froze for a millisecond before looking over at her – finally. He cocked a brow, flashing his blue eyes in a way that made blood rush to her cheeks. "What are you lookin' at, Gilbert?"

Feeling like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, Elena shrugged, replying quickly. "Nothing," Picking up her laptop bag, she asked. "Should I put this in the back seat, or the front?" She held it close to her chest as she waited for him to respond.

"Well," he drawled, apparently shaking his funk for the moment. "Unless you'd like to pull a busted computer out of that bag when you get to Durham, I suggest you put it on the floor in the front."

Taking the bag from her grasp, he put it carefully on the floor in front of the passenger seat. Straightening up, he turned around and met her gaze, instantly clamming up again. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he shut the door, keeping his eyes trained on the ground as he made his way back to her.

"What's the matter with you?" Elena asked in a sudden burst of frustration. Leaving him was going to be hard enough – she couldn't stand the idea of driving away and forcing him to struggle with whatever was bothering him alone.

Damon blanched at her loud outburst. "What's the matter with me?" he repeated, turning away from her before adding. "Nothing."

Elena huffed, rolling her eyes and fighting the urge to pull her hair out. She knew he was lying – he could bullshit everyone else, but never her. She saw through his mask every time. "Tell me the truth, Salvatore," she insisted, knowing that drawing attention to whatever was bothering him might upset him further, but deciding that it was worth the risk. "I can read you like a book. Something's up, so, out with it."

Ignoring her, Damon focused on loading her belongings until Elena smacked him upside the head with the palm of her hand. "What the hell?" he hissed, flinching away from the assault. "I don't know what you're babbling about." He threw her duffle bag into the car and reached down to grab her miniature fan. "Damn, can't I just be …bummed that you're leaving?"

"Oh, I see. I'm going to away for school, so obviously it's the end of the world," she quipped, hoping it would be enough to earn a smirk or an eye-roll – something. It wasn't as if they'd never see or talk to each other again. They had each other's numbers, texted all the time and talked on the phone just as much. That wasn't going to change just because she'd be in another state. "You've barely spoken to me all day," she added, frowning at his lack of reaction. "That's not like you, Damon."

Sighing, he continued to avoid her gaze as he stared at her luggage. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me what's bugging you!" she exclaimed. God, he's so damn stubborn, she thought with exasperation. Giuseppe Salvatore would truly have an asset in Damon if his son chose to follow in his footsteps and join the family law firm.

"It's going to make this awkward," he answered honestly as he carefully packed the rest of her boxes into the trunk of her new black SUV. "I don't want to –"

"Come on," she prodded, nudging his booted foot with her own. "You know you can tell me anything."

Shaking his head reluctantly, he tried his best to explain. "I don't even –"

"Talk to me."

Damon blew out a deep breath, lifting his eyes to meet hers. She waited for him to look away again, but this time he didn't. Closing the trunk, he leaned against the back end, crossing his arms as he shook his head at her. "You know me so well, it's freaky."

Smiling, she nodded. "I'd be a pretty terrible friend if I didn't," she winked. "We've known each other long enough."

"True," he chuckled. "My freak of a best friend." He smirked when she punched his arm lightly, but the expression soon faded. Swallowing, he ran a nervous hand through his dark hair before he continued hesitantly. "You're…you mean a lot to me, Elena. You're one of my best friends."

"No. I am your best friend," she interrupted, correcting him with pride. "I'm also, like, your only friend so…"

"Hey!" Damon protested playfully as she laughed. "You wanna hear this or not? Let me finish."

Despite his playful demeanor, the apprehension lingering in his eyes intensified, making Elena's anxiety rise. She'd never seen him like this before. Opening his mouth, Damon paused one last lengthy moment before blurting out. "I love you, Elena."

Elena blinked. That's what he'd been nervous about? Giggling as her nerves subsided, she said, "I love you, too, Damon."

She rubbed a comforting hand down his arm, linking their pinky fingers together when their hands met in a gesture that had become habit nearly ten years ago. When they were nine, she'd made him pinky promise that they'd always be friends – that they'd be there for each other no matter what.

The young, blue-eyed man shook his head. "No, Elena," he laughed tensely, squeezing her little finger with his. "I'm in love with you. I love you."

She watched him, amused, waiting for the moment that he burst into laughter and said, "Gotcha!" But Damon's expression, the raw, vulnerable look in his oceanic eyes told her that there would be no take-backs or punch-lines. The silence felt eternal before Elena panicked and ripped her hand out of his loose grasp.

He was in love with her?

"What?" she demanded, her voice jumping an octave as her heart hammered against her ribs.

He pushed away from the SUV, straightening up slowly. "What," he repeated, mulling over the word as he shook his head and took a step back. "I tell you I love you and you say…'what.' That's, uh…that's not exactly the reaction I was looking for."

"Damon this is…" Elena swallowed, trying to find the words to explain her reaction, but there were no words. There was nothing but questions and disbelief. Why was he telling her this now? She was leaving for school – he was helping her pack her damn bags – and he was telling her this now? "This is completely out of the blue!"

"This is very much in the blue, Elena!" Damon insisted. "You knew how I felt. You had to have known –"

"I didn't," she whispered, interrupting him again. She was so numb with shock that she couldn't even figure out how she felt about his revelation. Not that it matters, she thought, because I'm leaving. Desperately, she shook her head even as he nodded his. "No. No, you're not. You don't love me, Damon. You're not –"

His lips twisted into a bright, pained smile. "I am –"

"You're not," she pressed. God, was he being serious? Why had he waited so long to tell her? "Damon, you can't be!"

"Well, I am," he snapped, his face falling as she actually jumped and took an involuntary step backwards. Holding up his hands, his voice was softer but no less intense as he continued. "The timing sucks, I get it and I'm sorry. But if I didn't tell you today… if I didn't tell you before you left...I was going to explode. I couldn't let you leave without knowing. I had to tell you…"

Nausea rolled through Elena as she saw the spark of hope in Damon's electric blue irises. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I didn't want to ruin our friendship," Damon reached out for her, clenching his jaw as she shirked away from him. Shaking his head, he cursed to himself before muttering. "Looks like I just did anyway."

Elena's heart twisted as he began to back away. "Damon, wait," she said, reaching for his arm as she followed him. "You didn't ruin anything, this is just unexpected. I need time –," but he jerked away.

"No, I think I need to leave," he declared, tearing his arm from her grasp as he continued to walk away. "This was a mistake. I should just leave."

Elena paled. "Damon, no…you promised me –"

"Have a fantastic time at Duke, Elena," he sneered as he turned on his heel and nearly ran down the driveway. Elena watched him, speechless at how fast things had taken a turn for the worse,as her vision blurred and hot tears slipped down her cheeks. One minute, Damon had been helping her pack her SUV for college and the next he'd been telling her that he's in love with her.

And then she's rejecting him before he can even get the words out?

What the hell is wrong with me? she wondered, wishing that she could have the last ten minutes of her life back. But what would she have done differently? It was true that she'd always had a little bit of a crush on Damon. With his amazing looks and killer confidence – not to mention those ridiculous blue eyes – girls fell for him left and right. Elena had quit trying to keep track of his girlfriends sometime in grade school when a different girl had been chasing him on the playground every day, trying to steal a kiss during recess. She'd long ago made peace with the fact that she was The Best Friend – The Almost Sister – and that he'd never, ever, feel that way about her. She'd been more than okay with having that place in his life because it was constant, safe, and she knew she'd still be there when he'd moved on from his flavor of the week.

Had she been wrong the entire time?

"Damon, wait!" she cried, not knowing what she'd say if he listened, but needing to try, unable to accept that she'd just thrown away a life-long friendship. Damon ignored her, waving her off with a dismissive flick of his wrist before jumping into his blue Camaro and starting the ignition without so much as a glance in her direction. It was then that Elena realized that it was too late – that she's lost him. She'd watched him drive off, her heart constricting painfully in her chest.

Shuddering at the memory, Elena's stomach dropped as she looked at the letter and the name emblazoned across the header. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Yes, she wanted to be a lawyer and yes, she'd worked hard and waited a long time for the opportunity to show people what she was made of. Elena was ready for the beginning her career, but was she ready to see Damon again? She quickly shook the thought away.

It doesn't matter, she decided, shaking her doubts away as she folded up the letter and held her head high. It's over and done with and I need to get ready.

Slipping into a sleek black pencil skirt and a silk blouse that showed off a hint of cleavage, Elena surveyed her reflection with a critical eye. Aiming for feminine, but professional, she swept her long hair into a twist that would keep it out of her eyes and prevent her from fiddling with it if she grew nervous. Sliding her feet into a pair of black heels that gave her the height she needed not to be seen as a child, she stared at herself in the mirror and nodded in approval. She looked nothing like the eighteen-year-old girl who'd stammered and stuttered and lost her best friend on the day she'd left for college.

Perfect.


Buried in paperwork, Damon Salvatore tried to prepare for his new assistant. Well, technically the firm would be hiring a paralegal, but he had other plans for Salvatore & Salvatore's newest employee. He already had an assistant and Rebekah Mikaelson was more of a plaything than a worker bee; he intended to keep it that way. If his father complained about it, Damon planned on convincing him that he needed another grunt at his disposal to help him with his workload. It would be worth the humiliation of pretending that he couldn't handle it on his own. Either way, he was free to indulge in Rebekah whenever he wanted and no one would know the difference.

He was golden.

"Mr. Salvatore." Looking up, he smiled as his blonde secretary poked her head through the doorway. Speak of the devil, he thought as she smiled and winked playfully, knowing that their coworkers wouldn't be able to see the flirtatious gesture."May I come in?"

"Please," he smirked while he leaning back in his leather chair.

Stepping inside of his office, Rebekah shut and locked the door with a soft click before moving to the windows and closing the blinds. Damon's gaze darkened as his gaze drifted to her firm ass, perfectly shaped in her short, black pencil skirt. The company had a dress code and he was sure that his assistant's attire was a good four inches shy of regulation.

"It's been a while," she murmured, sauntering toward him as he stacked his files into unorganized piles – he'd get Worker Bee to file them later.

"That it has."

"We're awfully busy today."

"We are," he smirked.

"Calls are flying in, cases piling up. Are you sure you want to take the risk?" she teased, sitting on his lap and placing her hands on his shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze. "Your father and brother both have the key to your office. They could walk in at any moment."

"The bigger the risk, the greater the reward, Bex," he replied, taking her face in his hands and pulling her down to meet his lips. He wrapped his hands in her hair, the kiss quickly growing in fervor and intensity as he lifted her off of his lap and placing her on the edge of his desk. Parting her lips with his tongue, he eased her to her back as he unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside to palm her breast. Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric as she kissed him back, their tongues dueling in a battle for supremacy.

Rebekah whimpered softly as he abandoned her breast in favor of reaching down to hike up her skirt. His cock twitched when he found her bare, his fingers skating over the soft, silky folds. "Very nice," he murmured against her neck, placing kisses along her collar bone and gently nibbling on it before working his way lower.

"I know what you like," she breathed as he placed her feet on the armrests of his chair.

Damon grinned, inching his fingers up her thighs and leaning forward to separate her folds with his tongue. Taking a seat, he rolled his chair closer, keeping his eyes trained on hers as he began to lap at her.

Rebekah's whimper became a moan as she gripped the edge of the desk with one hand, using the other to take hold of his hair, pressing him close as he tasted her swollen flesh. "Shhh," he warned, placing a firm hand on her flat belly to hold her still as she began to buck against him. Soon, he had her biting her lip to hold back a scream of pleasure as she lunged upward, her eyes rolling back as she found her release.

"Oh my God!" she gasped breathlessly after a few moments; his talented tongue hadn't failed. "Are you shitting me?"

Leaning back in his chair, Damon placed his hands behind his head and shrugged with a smug smirk, satisfied, as always, with his work. "I'd ask you if it was good, but…the look on your face is answer enough." Grinning, Rebekah inched her foot up his leg, closer to his hard cock where it pressed against his pants. "Looking to return the favor?" he asked, raising a brow. Nodding, she slid off of the desk and back into his lap without bothering to fix her skirt.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and sighing when he ghosted his fingers along her ass, Rebekah slipped her tongue into his mouth for a brief kiss before dropping to the floor and kneeling in front of him. Unzipping his pants, she freed his cock, taking him into her mouth just as the door swung open and Guiseppe Salvatore stormed into his office.

"Damon!"

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, rolling his chair forward and pushing Rebekah under his desk, praying that she would stay hidden and quiet. "What the hell are you doing in here?" he demanded, trying to stifle a groan as his secretary took his cock in her mouth and resumed the expert blow job. Sweet Jesus. Clenching his hands into fists, he glared at his father. "The goddamn door was locked."

"So, I noticed. What the hell are you doing in here, Damon?" Giuseppe snapped, surveying the darkened, cluttered office with open disgust. "There are six calls on hold, all trying to get through to you. It's been more than five minutes and you know the policy. Why are they still on hold?"

Damon said nothing, trying to keep his ragged breathing under control as he gripped the armrests of his chair hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Rebekah had begun swirling her tongue around his cock, paying special attention to the head. Fuck me.

Guiseppe's face reddened in anger. "Is there a woman in here?" he demanded.

Nudging Rebekah with his knee, Damon stalled for time as she released him from the delicious confines of her mouth and tucked him back into his pants. If his father caught her, he'd fire her on the spot and Damon wouldn't allow that. As soon as she'd zipped his pants, he stood up and walked confidently around his desk. "Of course not," he scoffed. "But what if there was? What would you do? It's not like you can fire me."

"Don't be so sure about that."

"Really?" he asked skeptically, raising a brow at his father. Damon had helped the man make the firm what it was – without his help, it would have folded with the economy. He was good at his job, damn good, and his father may have been a dick, but he wasn't an idiot – he knew that his job was secure. Still, he found it hard to keep his cool. "Who lit the fuse on your tampon? You'd fire your own son?"

"I will if I catch you with a woman while you're on the job!" Guiseppe threatened. "Why the hell was your door locked?"

Knowing the threat was empty, Damon dared to push the old man's buttons. "I was…taking my break," he shrugged with a lazy grin. A small giggle erupted from underneath the desk and his father blew a gasket. Fuck, Damon thought, his shoulders sagging. Here we go.

"I may not get rid of you, but that little bimbo underneath your desk is another story. Congratulations, you get the honor of firing her." Shaking his head in disgust, Giuseppe stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Rebekah waited a moment before popping up and running a hand through her disheveled hair.

"Well, that was close," she grinned, taking Damon's hand as he helped her to her feet. "I thought he was going to catch me." Her smile faded at the way his jaw ticked, shaking his head.

"He did."

"Damon?" she asked, worry creeping into voice. "You're not really going to fire me, are you? He doesn't even know who I am."

"Yes, he does," Damon chortled. "Honey, he may act like an old, bumbling fool, but he knows everyone's name."

Rebekah paled, buttoning up her blouse and straightening her skirt. "What are we going to do?"

Closing his eyes briefly, Damon cursed his father for being such a goddamned nosy bastard. Taking a breath, he cleared his throat and smoothed down his tie. "I want you out, Rebekah; Out of my office and out of this building." He looked her in the eyes and delivered the final blow. "You're fired."

Her eyes widened as she laughed nervously. "You actually sounded serious."

"I am serious. Get out."

She frowned, slowly realizing that he wasn't kidding. "Oh…oh, my God," she gasped, her eyes welling with tears. Before Damon realized what was happening, she slapped him. Hard. "You are an asshole!" she sobbed covering her face with her hands as she flewout of the room, clearly mortified.

An amused brunette appeared in the doorway as Rebekah ran down the hallway. "Holy hell," she grinned with a raised eyebrow. "What'd you do to her?"

"Nothing," Damon snapped, flipping back down in his seat as he gathered the haphazard stack of files from the floor. "I don't have time for your shit today, Katherine. I'm busy."

Katherine Pierce. He'd worked with the woman for nearly three years and saw her regularly off the clock. She was a good-looking woman, beautiful even, but she drove him up the fucking wall too often for him to consider her for even a one-night stand.

There was also the minor detail that she was engaged to his brother.

"I want to know what happened with your latest conquest," she snickered, sauntering into the room and perching on the edge of his desk as if she didn't have a care in the world. Leaning across the desk, she raised a brow. "Did she ask you for a relationship or something?"

He ignored her, cursing himself for throwing his files into random order and not transcribing them. Rebekah had been terrible at her actual job, but she'd been better than nothing. Now he'd have to do the manual labor himself until his new assistant arrived. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Ahem," Katherine cleared her throat, poking him in the forehead with her index finger. "Damon."

"For fuck's sake, Pierce; Leave me alone, would you?" Damon ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. "I had to fire her, okay? Christ! Now get out of here!"

"Ooh," she pouted mockingly, before it turned into a spirited smirk. "You feel sorry for her, do you?"

"Shut up, Katherine."

"Damn," she breathed, a ghost of a smile on her lips as he continued to avoid her gaze. "You … you really seem to regret what you had to do to her." Katherine bit her lip and cocked her head to one side. "Huh. I didn't figure you to be the caring type, Damon."

"If you don't leave right now, you'll be the next one I fire," he growled. "I'll have you out of here so fucking fast you'll –"

"I'll what?" Katherine challenged, standing up and meeting his gaze with one of defiance. "You know you can't fire me. Papa Salvatore loves me too much."

"Only because you kiss his ass on a daily basis." The comment made her mouth snap shut and Damon chuckled as he watched her brows dip in indignation. "Oh, come on, Kitty Kat. It's a joke, not a dick. Don't take it so hard."

Katherine just shook her head. "You are the dick, Damon. And that's a shitty joke." She stalked out of the room, leaving an extremely annoyed and overwhelmed Damon alone in his office.

He buried his face in his hands, taking a moment to collect himself. "Dammit," he whispered, cursing himself for the umpteenth time before grudgingly deciding it was time to stop moping and get some of his mountain of work done. "Jesus, what are you trying to do?" he exclaimed upon seeing his brother sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. "Give a guy a heart attack?"

"No, but apparently you're trying to give our father one," Stefan stated, obviously irritated.

"What the hell are you bitching about?"

"I'm talking about Dad. He's in his office having a conniption. What the fuck did you do to piss him off so badly?"

Damon laughed scornfully. "Of course. He gets pissy and I get blamed. Typical."

"Well, you do have a talent for pissing him off," Stefan pointed out, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "And by the way, I saw Katherine as she left. She was upset. I don't know what's going on, but leave my fiancée out of it."

"She came into my office," he protested, his eyes lighting up as he realized his brother gave him a surefire way to get him out of there. "And she was laying on the seduction pretty thick there, brother. Hussy."

"She's not a hussy, Damon," Stefan growled defensively. "She flirts with everyone, it's who she is."

Damon's lips pursed together contemplatively. Nodding, he admitted. "Okay. You're right. She's not a hussy, but if dicks had wings, her mouth would be an airport."

"God, Damon," Stefan yelled, standing up and placing his palms flat on Damon's desk, attempting intimidation. "Shut the hell up! Why are you such a dick?"

"I'm your big brother," Damon smirked, watching as Stefan headed for the door in a huff. "It's in my job description." The younger Salvatore muttered something under his breath and Damon rolled his eyes. "Touchy, touchy. You should leave now, too. You'd be the fourth person today that leaves my office in a hissy fit."

Stefan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door jam. "Damon, what's going on with you? I know you and Rebekah had your fling, and I know you cared about –"

"No," he snapped, effectively silencing his brother. "I didn't."

Damon Salvatore didn't do relationships, he didn't do caring, and he didn't do the whole 'love' scene. He was interested in fun, in good sex and one-night-stands and no strings attached. The second he caught a whiff of commitment, he cut bait.

"Fine," Stefan sighed. "You didn't care. But you spent a lot of time with her, long hours…that's long enough to get to know her in every possible way and you just had to fire her." Damon narrowed his eyes. "I can see why you're upset. If that hadn't happened, I could have seen the two of you eventually –" He shut his mouth quickly as Damon rose angrily from his seat. "Okay, okay," he said, holding up his hands. "I won't say the dreaded 'C' word, but…there was something between you two in the last few months she worked with us."

"Whatever," Damon grumbled, tearing his eyes away from his brother to continue his work. "The only 'C' word I do with women, is climaxing." He hadn't wanted anything close to the other word in a long, long time.

"I'm in love with you. I love you."

He hastily blocked that memory from his mind before it had the chance to settle. Damon tried not to think about Elena Gilbert – the girl who had held his heart in her hands and then threw it back in his face – because when he did he usually ended up spending the night with his best buddy George T Stagg. He kept the Limited Edition bottle of whiskey reserved for those special occasions.

The bottle was almost empty.

"I won't make the mistake of getting caught pleasuring a co-worker again, brother," he promised sarcastically. "Don't you worry."

"Yeah, right," Stefan scoffed, lingering in the doorway and picking at a tiny imperfection in the wood as his lips curled into a grin. "So, did Daddy dearest tell you who the next employee at Salvatore & Salvatore is going to be?"

"No," Damon replied, flipping through the top folder on his desk as his brother continued to leer at him from across the room. After a few moments of silence, the raven-haired man looked up from his papers, eyeing him suspiciously. Stefan knew something. "Why do you ask?"

The younger Salvatore's grin merely widened in response.


AN: Thank you so much for reading & please review! ~Kate