Back in High School, Elijah spent his time constantly teasing you. Bullying you, so to say. Constantly messing your prim and proper hair up, giving you wedgies, stealing your lunch money to use at the convenience store after school.

You hadn't seen eachother after graduation, as you went to collage and he worked his way up through internships. But after you graduated, you were met face to face with him, the assistant of your very own father.

Grinning cheek to cheek you sit on his desk, wearing your steamed vest. He frowns, glaring at your arrogant smirk. He worked his way up from the bottom, meanwhile you got your seat reserved for you. And now you're here to tease him for working overtime after a screw up earlier in the day. "What are you staring at, Moneybags."