Hey all my fantastic readers! So, as you guys all know, we've been through my story of Heal My Scars, and now we're on the next and the 6th story of It's Her...Why Her? I do hope you guys like this story; my sister and I worked quite hard; I wrote while she added a few tweeks and stuff...so I especially dedicate her in this first chapter to tell her how much I love her, and that her support and help really made me happy so thank you sis! Anyways, back to the reader note...please stay tuned to my profile and review! :D :D :D

Percy POV:

"BUT FATHER-," I shouted, arguing to Dad.

"Please Percy," Father muttered, gritting his teeth. "You will do this task, right?"

"FATHER-," I retorted.

"WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR ALLOWANCE CUT IN HALF?" Father boomed, making my mind go crazy. How can he say that? Does he know that money is my life? Money is my pride! Now he is trying to cut my earnings in half? No way. He's just being cruel. Decrease my allowance...and I am not going to be a good boy.

"HOW CAN YOU-," I shouted.

"How about taking off three-fourths of your allowance? I think that sounds much better." Father said sarcastically.

My voice shaking, I replied with a high-pitch tone, "I think that the earnings cut in half is just fine Father."

"Good," Father said, his eyes staring at mine as he tapped his pencil on the wooden desk. There was an awkward silence for a few seconds until Father broke it.

"Percy, I don't want to fight in this matter," Father said, his eyes looking at mine as his hands were nervously tapping the desk. "I just...look, you are my son Percy. And sadly, my only son. I want you to be the heir of AOJ Inc. I'm growing old..."

"I know," I muttered.

"And Percy," Father said, trying to think things positive. "Look at the bright side; you learn the world of architecture! You're basically going to be the next heir of AOJ Inc.! Do you know how important it is? But sadly...you are clueless when it comes to the company. You need to..."

"What? You ask me to be the heir of the AOJ Inc. Now what?" I said, raising my voice.

"You have to start from scratch," Father said.

"What?" I muttered furiously. "Aren't I supposed to be working in those fancy offices bossing people around? Start from scratch? Are you seriously saying that I, Percy Jackson, the future heir of the AOJ Inc., has to start from scratch?

"Yes Percy," he said calmly. His face wasn't flushed red anymore. Good. Now he's calm. But part of him being calm made me uneasy. He expects a lot from me. And I hate that the most.

"But Father-,"

"Percy, I never wanted to do this, but really, I will cut off your allowance. You're grown into a fine young man, but there was one mistake I had done. I raised you into a spoiled man who loves money."

"Father, I-,"

"I expect more from you. And now this is not a request. It is a duty that you have to accomplish. I have faith in you Percy. You can make a difference. You will be promoted, only if you try hard. If you try hard, you'll be in the chair. You will learn more about the company and try hard. And finally when the meeting starts as the vote, you will be chosen from your great experiences of every job. You are going to be the leading CEO of AOJ Inc."

"Father...fine," I muttered. It got me boiled up to even agree to this. I can choose my future! I don't need to work on some stupid architecture whatsoever building or some sort! I am a man with pride. I don't need a job; I have my father, right? And besides, I am not those obedient sons that do whatever their fathers tell them. It is pitiful. It seems as if they're playing with their puppets. And who are the puppets? It is their sons. In this family, who is the son? Me. You have to fight for justice and live a life that is easy. That is life. And besides, when did Father have faith in me? Why, because I am his son? I am not smart! I am a mile away from all the other... I don't know, superior architects! Who cares about that? Why am I chosen to be the heir?

I realized Father was staring at me weirdly.

"Did you hear what I said?" he said, clearing his throat.

"So about the stocks..." I muttered, clearly guessing.

"Wrong," Father muttered. Then he cleared his throat and began, "Your identity will be hidden."

"Why are you blowing my mind on every word you say for this task?" I asked as he massaged his temples.

"Percy, people cannot know that you are Percy Jackson. If they do, the votes will drop. Our image is going to plummet Percy. Not only that, but you are going to put great shame towards the company. But lastly, you would disappoint me tremendously. I don't only decide; the board does as well. And if you have absolutely no experience and slack off, you are going to lead a risk to AOJ Inc. I trust you Percy. Don't ruin this for me."

I nodded, feeling the heavy weight of pressure that Father is giving me right now.

"From here on forward, your name is to be Peter Johnson," Father said, handing me a black binder. "You have to study this tonight. Tomorrow you are going to work."

If I had a glass of water and was drinking it, I would have spit it out of my mouth.

"What?" I basically yelled, and he smiled.

"Percy, you have to do this task. Remember? I count on you," Father said, his eyes gleaming, and somehow amused.

"Father..."

"Please Percy," he sighed. "Sometimes, you can be so hard to work with."

"Father-,"

"You're going to work tomorrow, with your name disguised as Peter Johnson, understood?" Father said sternly.

"Yes...what's my status?" I asked.

"Just a normal worker..."

"No...like am I supposed to be poor?"

"Well..."

"Father, please don't make me a poor worker! If you are giving me this much pressure, can you at least make me well-educated? Can I still look like a guy that is rich?"

"Fine," Father said. "But other than that...no changes."

"Okay," I muttered, and Father waved me out of the room. I took the binder and Father stopped me.

"Before you do," he said. "Take this."

It was a suitcase.

"What is this?"

"I prepared your nametag, blueprints...etc. Please study these tonight. You do not want to start your first day of work as a clueless idiot, do you? Behave, and study these tonight. This is a must," he ordered.

"Fine," I groaned, and walked out of his office. Mom was on the couch, and rose up when she saw me.

"Sweetie-,"

"I don't want to talk about it," I muttered, walking out of the front door. Hearing the jingling sounds of the keys, I walked out and put the keys into the ignition. I breathed unsteadily until I finally turned the keys, driving towards my house. Okay, let's just say Father is filthy rich so that having a "room" is not a room. It is a house. Driving towards my house, I was supposed to be going through the lane leading to my house. But I decided to take a drive around the Jackson property. I turned right, where I saw the beautiful flowers as the headlights spotlighted them. I tried to focus on the flowers, but my mind would not function. All I was thinking was the huge overload of stress waiting to reign over me. Finally, I drove over to my house after a nice drive that eased my mind a bit. Parking at the driveway, I can see my secretary looking at me, waving eagerly.

"Hello Mr. Jackson," Grover said politely.

"Not in the mood to talk tonight. You can talk to your girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend though-,"

"JUST GO!" I shouted, and Grover turned around quickly, moving his hands in motions of confusion. He went into his car, and drove away. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally.

Now, welcome work. So long, fun.

Annabeth POV:

Straightening my shirt in the mirror, I buttoned the last button of my light blue shirt and slipped on my white pants. Tying my hair into a neat ponytail, I finally stared at my reflection, smiling.

"I'm...GOING TO WORK!" I squealed, which ended up as a very anticipated shrill. I breathed calmly afterwards, trying to accept the fact that I am working at AOJ Inc. I am actually being part of this company! I, Annabeth Chase, is going to be a famous architect of Division A in Architects of Jackson Inc.! I can't believe it! If Dad was here, he would be so proud. Only if he was here...

I quickly shook those sad thoughts away, knowing it is never going to happen. I finally turned away from the mirror, and walked out the door with my bag. I heard Mom sing, "My daughter's going to work! My daughter's going to work! In an supply company!"

"IT'S AOJ INC. MOM! AND JUST SAYING, I AM AN ARCHITECT, NOT A SUPPLY WORKER!" I shouted and Mom laughed.

"I don't care," Mom said and sang, "My daughter is going to work at a supply...I meant AOJ Inc.!" Mom said. I laughed, and hugged her. All I needed was her. She is the best mother anyone could have.

"Do you want some porridge honey?" Mom asked, her face brightening. "I woke up extra early."

"I'd LOVE to! But...I'm kind of running late..." I said, looking at the porridge which seemed to catch my eye. My belly growled.

"But I made porridge just for you," Mom said, whose bright young spirits have been trampled by a deep feeling of rejection.

"I'm pretty late...I'm sorry!" I said solemnly, my belly growling again. When will my stomach listen to me?

"NO PORRIDGE FOR YOU!" Mom panicked, dumping all the porridge into the sink. "GO!"

"Mom...you could have saved the porridge for Bobby and Matthew. They are going to wake up soon...as well as Malcolm. Are you going to make your sons starve?" I winked, and like a child, she throws a mini tantrum.

"OH NO!" Mom shouted. "I SHOULD'VE NEVER..."

And there came the mumbling. The aftermath.

I kissed Mom's cheeks once more, making her smile. I quickly ran towards the door with my working bag, knowing that the bus would be at the bus stop any minute. I finally arrived, breathing heavily. The bus driver, Mr. Pam, stared at my face.

"Hon'," he said. "Why yo' face so red? Were you running 24 miles for fun?"

I had nothing to say because I couldn't breathe well for that moment. I patted his back, and sat on the back of the bus. I can hear Mr. Pam mumbling, "Dang, this girl is strange! This girl is up to somethin'..."

I laughed, but then this answer cracked me up when he continued, "I'm sure that she ran 24 miles for fun. I ain't wrong!"

Finally, the bus lurched to a stop. I just had to walk a few blocks before I could see the company. I thanked Mr. Pam on my way out.

"No problem hon'," he said, and laughed. I laughed along, though I was quite clueless why he was laughing. I got off the bus. Once I did, I checked my watch.

Uh-oh.

Two minutes until work hours begin.

I ran, trying to keep myself out from bumping into pedestrians. I finally ran towards a corner as I saw AOJ Inc. The building reached as high as a skyscraper, and the whole building was reflecting the sunshine like a diamond. The windows were sheer blue, reminding me of the calm sea. I stepped inside, greeted with a cold air brush against my skin. I already could sense that the building had a good ventilation system. At least I won't die in the summer.

I stared at my watch, realizing it was time. I hurried towards the elevator and went inside. I wanted the door to close quickly, but a young, red-haired woman stopped the door and went inside. I pressed floor three, and she did as well. It was silent for a moment, until I stared at her. She was looking down at my shoes and slowly ascended her eyes up to mine. Her eyes greeted me with pure hostility.

"Did you get your outfit from the dollar store?" she asked. "If so, would you like me to go buy you some decent clothes? Civilized clothes? Clothes that people actually wear, not rags? I could buy you some right now. It won't hurt."

"No thank you," I said. "Also, if you have difficulties distinguishing the difference between clothes and rags, would you like me to buy you a pair of glasses? If so, I am more than welcome."

The woman with emerald green eyes glared at me.

"You know...I've never seen your face before. Do you work here?" she asked, her voice crackling. I can already sense a hint of surrender in her tone.

"Yes," I said. "I work here."

"Which division?"

"Division A." I replied.

"What position?" she asked.

"The architects of design," I said. She smirked.

"Same here," she said. Then, her face lit up. "Nice to meet you. I'm sorry I was rude to you earlier. I'm just a little judgmental, that's all. I'm glad to work with you. My name is Rachel Dare."

"Annabeth Chase," I said, shaking her hand with a firm grip. She smiled, and soon I smiled. Maybe I was a little sensitive. Maybe I should apologize.

"I'm sorry as well," I said, and she smiled.

"No need to apologize," she said. "Because...we're in the same division and position...there is no need to fight, right?"

"Of course," I said, and the elevator door opened. We walked together, and she led me towards our office. As the door opened, I saw everybody crowd in one long table. There was a man in front of the table. He had crystal blue eyes and brown hair.

"So our new recruits..." the man said, and when I walked in, everything was silent for a minute. "As I continued, the new recruits are Annabeth Chase, Peter Johnson, and Sabrina Smith."

The people clapped, and the man said, "Please new recruits, introduce yourselves up here."

I walked towards an open area where all the other recruits looked.

"So Sabrina Smith, please introduce yourself," the man said. Sabrina gleamed, and stared at everybody.

"Hi!" she said. "As you all know, I'm Sabrina Smith! I would love to cooperate with you, and of course, do other activities with the ladies such as shopping."

All of the female co-workers giggled except me. What's so funny?

"Alright..." the man said. "Like your...introduction...Annabeth Chase, please introduce yourself..."

"Hello," I said. "I am Annabeth Chase. I am excited to collaborate and design buildings with fundamental value."

Everybody clapped, but it was quite a small applause. I could see Sabrina rolling her eyes. Thank you peripheral vision. Loved that.

"Now," the man said. "Peter Johnson, please introduce yourself."

"Hi," Peter Johnson said, making all the woman flirtatiously twirl their hairs. What the...

"My name is Peter Johnson."

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