Secretary's Diary:

Chapter One

The office couldn't prevent it, the redheaded man was too angry and too strong for the office workers to stop him. And even if he wasn't any of those things, he owned a fifth of The UK Brothers Company, therefore had command over them as well, although he was stationed in Ireland. That is why when Patrick Kirkland stepped into the company's building in New York City, everyone knew something was awry. Not to say Patrick Kirkland only visited New York's managing director and brother, Arthur Kirkland, on an irate note, but it was usually the case.

The youngest brother had done nothing wrong with the company's organization, rather the problem lay in his own life. Arthur had missed the fourth family get-together in a row due to lack of personal organization. No one quite understood it, for he was the best out of the four brothers, and including their father, at the management of the company's organization. However, he seemed to always manage to neglect his personal life when he had no assistance. No personal secretary.

He had many scattered all throughout the office building, but none was stationed outside his door, organizing appointments, meetings, and even lunch. This was due to the fact that he had gone through six secretaries in the past year and a half. The first secretary he had ever had was a lovely elderly lady. She had been with the company for forty-some years while only being with Arthur for five years and 234 days. Those 2,059 days, however, were the most smoothly run years the New York Branch had ever seen. The odd pair were unstoppable with her elderly wisdom and his youthful idealism and strength.

The following five, unfortunately, were not as great. Only two months into her secretarial duties, and the new, young secretary was pregnant with morning sickness too strong to even accomplish anything on time. She was let go. Four months after, the following , and older secretary was diagnosed with cancer and took her leave, dying only a few weeks later. Five weeks after her, a male secretary was hired, but he too resined. His lack of interest inspired him to return to school and left within a few days the office with Arthur's blessings. The next woman to follow was already working in the company, but was not able to follow Arthur's demands. He was not harsh, but overwhelming. Finally, there was Marie, the only secretary he remembered the name of aside from the elderly one who retired.

Marie was a beautiful woman, fully capable of her responsibilities and with perfect managing skills to match. She was almost perfect in his eyes. The two soon developed a partnership that transformed into a romantic one. For six months they worked side by side and courted in their spare time. How could she have cheated on him when they were together most of the day was beyond the twenty-six year old man. She did, however, and she was promptly fried.

Arthur was devastated, but he did not show it. Instead, he dove into more work and overlooked his duties as brother and son. Due to his immersive state, Arthur did not notice his brother storm onto his top floor office that Thursday morning, despite having one-way mirrors as walls separating his waiting room and office room.

Patrick couldn't help but glanced at his reflection before rudely bursting through the door, startling his younger brother. "ARTHUR!"

"HOLY SH*T!" He jerked, causing him to ruin a document he was signing. Frowning, he looked up, but returned back to what he was doing. "Patrick, you git, do you not see I am busy? Now I'll have to make another bloody copy. Give me a moment while I... Did you not stop by the reception downstairs to give me a warning?"

Without saying a work, the elder of the two marched over to Arthur's desk and clicked a button next to the flashing red light on his desk phone. A female's voice warned of Patrick's appearance along with a brief reminder that he had a meeting at three o'clock. It was not her job to remind him, but everyone did a little extra to help out their caring boss.

"Ah, yes. I see." Arthur typed way on his computer then moved onto his laptop on the other side of the desk, not even sparing another glance at his furious brother.

"Do you?"

"Well, it's a pleasure to see that you're doing well. I am not so sure your blood level is at its best right now, but... oh, another moment please." Arthur flipped through his agenda then his iPhone, activating an alarm to go off at 2:30 then continue doing so every five minutes until the actual time. "Let's see... What can I do for you, dear brother of mine?"

"What is today's date?"

Arthur blinked up at him. "You honestly couldn't have come here only to ask for the date!" When he received no response, he finally answered. "So...? And the problem is... Oh bollocks! Mum's birthday was yesterday! Damnit! I didn't even call!" He jumped out of his chair and began dialing a long distance call. "Yes, I'd like to order a bouquet of white tulips, and pink and orange hyacinth, and roses. Yes, bill to Arthur Kirkland. Yes. Yes, thank you. Oh, yes, please claim the order was lost and send a stuffed animal as an apology. Of course. Thank you very much. Have a evening. Alright, thank you. Good-bye."

Patrick stared disapprovingly at the slightly smaller man.

Sheepishly, Arthur apologizes for the enormous fib he had just witnessed.

"You need a secretary."

All of his guilt disappeared and annoyance flooded him as well. "I do not. It was one simple mistake! I have done perfectly fine until this one slip-up."

Identical emerald eyes glared at him, "What is happening this weekend?"

Arthur smirked, he had this. "My birthday, thank you. Now that I recall. Mother knew I we would celebrate our birthdays together this weekend. I have the tickets already here."

An eyebrow twitched upwards.

A gulp accompanied the silence as Arthur racked his mind for another possible event, but none came to mind.

"Morgan? Liam's wife, is to have her child this weekend as well?" Patrick jogged his memory. It was clear through the realization in Arthur's eye that the man had forgot about his sister-in-law, let alone future nephew. "That's it! You definitely need a new secretary!"

"For the last bleeding time! I do not! Everything is under control!" As if to prove his point, his cellular device went off, reminding him of an appointment across town. "You see? I have no time for interviews anytime soon and I need to leave right now, so I can make it to the other side of the city." He winced as he quickly retrieved his papers while attempting to print another final page that was ruined a few minutes ago. Almost franticly, yanked the paper out of the printer, signed it and placed it along with the others in a manila folder.

"Mother and Father sent me personally to retrieve you one."

"Ha!"

"Do not fret my little one. I have do not plan on leaving this city without finding you a new assistant."

Arthur made his way towards the door. "I utterly refuse. I have my personal secretary in my pocket! If you do however begin this nonsense, and cannot possibly accomplish it, I invite you to dinner at seven. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Ha! You'll be surprised, my dear brother, by what I can do."

"Mmhm."

Arthur promptly left his office with his briefcase at hand.

Patrick, being in the New York office more often than any other family member, made his way down a few floors to find that sexy Public Relations director on the 61st floor. He'd begin his search after a "brief" chat with her.

~1~

My dear super-cool-iPhone-de-stress-er-note-pad-thingy,

I never thought those "don't talk to strangers" lectures my parents constantly gave me when I was little applied once you were an adult. Once you're an adult, you're wise, big, and perfectly capable of handling yourself in case the stranger that happened to approach and chat with you suddenly pulled you into their truck, an alley, or a really expensive looking building. That couldn't happen to me because I was too strong and smart for it. The diploma from Columbia University I would receive in the mail in a few days said so.

That is why I was maybe a tad too cocky when I left the graduation ceremony a few hours ago and strolled the wonderful city of New York. My friends had gone out drinking even though it was only a little past two in the afternoon, while I had the urge to burn all the energy built inside me by walking around. I was leisurely doing so with my graduation cap and gown in my arms until a red-haired man with funny looking eyebrows swiftly strode out of an expensive looking building and headed straight towards me.

"Hello, lad," he smiled and placed a firm hand on my shoulder, directing me towards the building. "I see you have just excited a fine educational establishment and are possibly looking for a way to pay those college loans and such. You need money right? A job or a career."

I nod, but for some reason wasn't able to tell him I already had a job offer. He held so much authority and his accent was awesome! If I had to say, it'd be Irish, but I wasn't too sure entirely. By then, he had managed to get me into the building and we were strolling past the front desk. Once in the elevator, he asked,"You can't become pregnant right?"

I knew then that the "don't talk to strangers" lecture still applied in whatever age.

"Uh... not that I know of...," I smoothly reply.

"Great. You're hired. What's your name kid?"

"Alfred F. Jones."

Mr. Patrick Kirkland, who I was soon told was his name, didn't even ask about my major or the type of diploma I had achieved. He only asked if I turned my assignments in on time and if I was persistent. Of course I was persistent, I wouldn't have graduated on time and with sum cue laude if I hadn't done any of those things.

He then asked about my personal life. Mr. Kirkland seemed more interested in that than my credentials. Aside from the awkward pregnancy question, he asked about my marital status and ability to travel and work late. I wasn't married, or even had a significant other for that matter, I loved to travel and was actually hoping I would someday, and I have no problem working late. All of my answers seemed to satisfy him because he slapped my back and told me I was hired.

"Cool, but uh...," I rub the back of my head, still utterly confused. "What exactly am I hired for and where do I go?"

Kirkland reclined on the couch we had conducted the interview in and placed his arms behind his head. We were on the top floor of the building with a very interesting looking office. I stared at my reflection before looking at the grinning man.

"You'll be a secretary, this'll be your office, this will be your salary," he held up an extremely large number on his paper. That could not be my salary... He must be playing a trick on me, but I didn't have enough time to say that because at that moment another man strode in through the elevator doors with a confused, yet annoyed look on his face. "And that will be your new boss, my adorable little brother, Arthur Kirkland."

Arthur Kirkland's large eyebrows furrowed even more, surprisingly, making him look even more attractive. "What is this?"

"He, Arthur, is your new secretary, Alfred F. Jones, and his job is to take some of the load off your shoulders so that you can actually have a life. Alfred's first task is to find you a present for Morgan's new born. He'll have until you leave the office to buy a present that pleases you. If the present is not to your liking, then, only then, can you refuse to keep him as your secretary," Patrick glanced at me and noticed my worried expression.

"Don't worry kid, Art here loves to work past nine sometimes."

"Then I'll leave right now. I need no assistance," he was about to walk back towards the elevator when he saw a stack of envelopes and papers on the desk in front of another door. "What's this?"

Patrick smirked. "That, Arthur, is the mail Renee, from downstairs, gave to me for you as well as a few documents father asked me to give to you."

Arthur looked behind him towards us. His eyes flickered between me, his brother, and the papers, biting his lip. "You did this on purpose."

The elder brother laughed, "Of course. Now run along Alfie. You have to find a present for a newborn before nine o'clock. Here, try to find something with this." He took out his wallet and handed me four hundred dollars.

Now I came from a pretty wealthy family, but to spend two hundred dollars on a present for a newborn was incredible for me. Reluctantly, I took the money and made my way towards the elevator and turned to see Arthur swoop the mail and papers into his arms with somewhat of a satisfied look in his eye. These strangers were crazy, but it would be crazy for me not to work here.

Pros for the day:

I graduated from Columbia University.

I'm partially hired with an amazing salary that my former internship could not possibly even dream of giving me.

I get to travel.

I get to work in one of the world's most well known companies. It could possibly put my International Business Major to good use even though I'll also be organizing this man's life.

And most importantly, I get to work under a handsome boss.

Notes: Do not own Hetalia, but thanks for reading!