you were smart. very smart, in fact you were literally going to harvard.

and now, you had a internship at a major business in the city. which was from wallace enterprises.

however, it wasn’t necessarily the best internship. you were pretty much treated like a joke. you ran around getting coffees, papers, and lunch orders for all of the people working there. of course, you listened and got some experience from the meetings, but it was almost as if you were treated like a joke.

anyways, you didn’t necessarily care. until they started using your ideas. which sounds good- until they started using them without giving you credit.

I know, it’s a douche thing to do, but your job payed good so you had to stay.

but after venting to your friend, you got an idea, not a good idea, but it definitely would work.

all you had to do was convince the son of your boss to get his father to give you credit, simple right?

okay- so tatum wallace was the youngest son of Edward wallace (aka your boss).

he wasn’t the heir to the enterprises, and he had no interest in being one. he played hockey at your school and had not one care in the world about his reputation.

he was a fuckboy, loved to party, and just- well.. didn’t care.

you ended up at a party trying to get him to notice you, and he did.

and you ended up hooking up with him. yea, stupid. you were supposed to get him to be your friend, not a hookup.

anyways, you walked into the office and walked towards the elevator.

you clicked the up button and stepped onto the elevator once it showed up.

as soon as the doors were closing, someone held their arm out and walked it.

shit.

it was tatum freaking Wallace.

his blonde hair was messy, but incredibly hot, and he was dressed in a grey suit. it was totally weird to see him in something other than his hockey uniform or a hoodie.

he looks over at you and a glimpse of recognition flashes in his eyes.

“I know you.” he says simply.

“really? I don’t think you do.” you say back, looking starighforward.

“funny, {{user}}.” he smirks slightly and leans over to you, “you know what else is funny?”

you turn your head, not even realizing that he was very close to you. like your noses were almost touching.

“what?” you snap.

“we are both going all the way up.” he responds, standing up straight and looking ahead again- trying to cover his stupid smirk.

great. going up freaking 30 stories with him.