The Arrangement – Chapter Three

Caroline Forbes just found out her mom has cancer. With excessive medical bills and the threat of losing her childhood home, Caroline is devastated and desperate for extra cash. Klaus is a rich businessman and the employer of her crush Tyler. When Caroline goes running upset to Tyler, she finds Klaus instead. After a passionate night together, Klaus has a proposal.

Author's Note:

DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT CAROLINE IS GOING TO BE IN EPISODE ONE OF THE NEXT SEASON OF THE ORIGINALS! SQUEE! KLAROLINE IS GOING TO SAIL Y'ALL. CANONICALLY SAIL. I'M FLALING!

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Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Sorry for any mistakes, I have not had a chance to beta this because of my busy schedule.

My phone begins to ring as I go to grab my bag. The number isn't one I recognize, but since I sometimes give the high-end clients my cell number, I answer. No one besides clients call me unless it's Tyler, coworkers or my mom.

"Caroline Forbes of Salvatore Incorporated." I speak into the phone.

"Yes, Miss. Forbes. It's Klaus Mikaelson, we need to talk."

"Hello. Miss. Forbes, are you still there?" The velvety, British voice says on the other line.

"Klaus Mikaelson. As in Mikaelson House?" I ask, my voice wavering. My head is pounding hard now. A pit forming in my stomach. Why is Tyler's boss calling me!

"The one and only, love." He responds cockily.

"Um, how did you get my number and why are you calling me?" I ask him, trying to sound confident in spite of the hangover and the nausea building up in my throat.

"First off, I am a multi-billion-dollar business man. I have offices I run all over the world that I control from this one small town. How hard do you think it would be to get your number? Secondly, I'm calling about our bloody amazing night last night. You were terrific, a pure animal really." I feel the blood rush to my face. I slept with Klaus Mikaelson. I slept with my best friend's boss. He's boss' boss' boss actually. How could I do this. I'm so stupid.

"Mr. Mikaelson." I begin to protest.

"Now no need for formalities. We know each other better than that, now don't we love?" His voice draws me in. If I wasn't so petrified at the moment, I would be a little turned on.

"I don't remember much of last night…I was looking for Tyler."

"Right, we were quite drunk." All the humor is gone in his voice. "Tyler will be back late tonight, with my sister."

Right. I remember that. Tyler being gone with his sister. Jealously wells inside me. "Is it often you send employees to go chase after people." I ask, my voice coming out harsher than I intend.

"Not often. Just when they are being stubborn." The humor is back. "Anyways, Caroline, I called to see how you are doing."

"I told you" I begin, my voice just an octave below screaming. I go to close my office door. No one needs to hear this conversation. I have a good reputation around this office. I don't want to do anything to ruin it.

With the door safely closed, I begin again. "I told you, I don't remember the sex!"

"That's not what I meant, love. I meant, how are you doing, with your mom and the… money situation." Crap. I had told him about that.

The thought of my mom, of her condition, sends the bile racing up my throat again. I run to the wastebasket at the corner of my desk and heaving the contents of my stomach.

"Caroline." I hear the voice coming from the phone, it sounds laced with concern.

I wipe my mouth, regain my composure and put the phone back to my ear. I push all thoughts of my mom to the back of my mind. Part of me thinks if I don't think about it, maybe it won't be true. The other part of me thinks that part is an idiot.

"Caroline? Are you still there? Are you okay?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. I'm still here." Venom unintentionally fills my throat.

"The Bourbon not agree with you, love?" He smarmily replies, yet his voice is still laced with a hint of sincere concern.

"Guess not. It's been a few years since college. So did you have a reason for calling me, or are you just calling to remind me of the mistakes I made last night."

"I wouldn't call what happened between us last night a mistake…" I snarl. He's trying to be charming, and I would be lying if I said it wasn't partly working. "But nonetheless, darling, I will get to the point. After hearing your financial woes last night, I have come up with an arrangement for you."

"An arrangement?" I ask.

"Yes. You will come work for me, I'll pay double whatever the Salvatore's are paying you."

"What kind of job?" I find myself saying. I feel like I am outside of my body right now. Why did I ask that? I love my job. I love working with Stefan, I would never want to leave.

"You would be my personal assistant."

"You would pay me double for being just a personal assistant." My jaw drops open. Salvatore's pays well, enough to support myself, but who knows how much medical bills will cost. I want my mom to have the best treatment, and I'm sure the best treatment is expensive. Double my salary would really help.

"Well, sort of like a personal assistant. You would also live with me." He kind of rushes his words, so for a second I think I hear him wrong. There's no way he said what I thought he said.

"Live with you?"

"Yes. I need someone to be my personal assistant all the time, even when I am at home on the weekends. I also need someone to take to parties with me, a partner of a sorts, that makes the company look good."

"A partner? Why do you have to do all of this? Who cares if you have a partner or not, why does it matter. You're a multi-millionaire."

"Billionaire actually, but it does matter. My publicist is trying to build up the image of the company. Expand the market and products of the company. She thinks the fact I parade, her words not mine, different girls around parties that I'm isolating the potential investors. She thinks that if I was to pick one reliable girl, pick a constant, and gain the investors trust."

"So you need me to make you not look like the partying playboy you really are? I should be getting paid triple to do that."

"Done." He says without stuttering. I wish it was this easy to get a raise from Stefan.

"Seriously Caroline. I am not a bad guy. I know we got drunk last night and we had sex, but that doesn't mean we can't work together. We can be professional. I win, you win. It's a win-win situation, why wouldn't you come work for me?"

I take a deep breath. It's true, why wouldn't I? "I love my job here, Klaus. I'm important to this company. I can't just abandon them." The Salvatore's are nothing like Klaus Mikaelson's company, they are still building their business.

"They'd understand, Caroline. It's business. This is what you need to do for you for you, for your mom. Don't worry about hurting other people's feelings."

"I…I just." The hangover has my head tumbling. I can't seem to formulate words now.

"I can tell you're uncertain. I don't want to rush you, and you say no. I know you have a lot going on. So, take a few days. Think about it and call me back."

"Um, okay." I manage to mutter despite my fumbling brain.

"Great. I'll hope to hear from you." His velvet voice cascades charmingly through the phone, before I hear it click off. I sink down into my chair.

My phone buzzes on my desk. I peer at it from my slumped spot in the chair. It's a text from my mom.

Care, the doctors are wanting to have a meeting at 3'oclock to talk about treatment. They are discharging me afterwards. I'll understand if you're busy with work, but I want you there. Please.

My heart splits in two, even with cancer my mom puts me first.

I'll be there.

It's been a hell of a two days.

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