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It's only been a month into this internship, and Jayce has already fucked up.
At least, that's what Salo snickers at him when he receives an email from the CEO to meet with him in his office after lunch.
Salo talks to Jayce over the walls of their cubicle (without asking, Jayce might add). "Is this the end of the Golden Boy?", he smirks, tapping his manicured nails on the top of the wall.
Jayce rolls his eyes, beginning to pack his laptop and suitcase. "It's probably just to talk about my proposal, Salo. Don't get your hopes up."
"Then wouldn't he have just Slacked you? You know, no one leaves his office without a few tears, right? He's famous" for it", Salo replies gleefully before returning to his desk.
Jayce ignores him and the anxiety rising in his gut as he stands up from his chair and makes his way down the hall. He also pointedly ignores Salo asking him if he can take his chair pillow as he knocks hesitantly on the CEO's door.
As if by magic (or automatic door openers, more like), the double doors creak open, and the CEO of Hextech Inc. stands at his desk expectantly.
It's not the first time Jayce has seen the silver fox. His gently swooping bangs, the clear glasses perched on his nose that emphasized his elegant cheekbones and gentle eyes.
"Mr. Talis?", came the accented voice, in question, and Jayce's spine tingles like Viktor's words are a finger tracing down his back. Jayce gulps.
"Y-yes sir, Mr. Cane?" he croaks.
Viktor's smile is indulgent. It's probably meant to be friendly, but there's something predatory glinting in his eyes. He walks behind his desk and sits smoothly down. Even with the slightly uneven gait from his bad leg, his movements are like silk.
"Please," he murmurs as he adjusts the cuff of his jacket, "call me Viktor. Have a seat."
"Yes sir," Jayce says, and he immediately feels like an idiot because he said that already. He goes to sit. He stops.
No. If he sits down, this is over. This is the end of his internship. His future is in tatters before he's even had a chance.
"Please, Mr. C--Viktor," Jayce forces himself to say, the words slow as he gathers his nerve. "This internship--it's everything to me. I can't lose this. You can't--you can't take this from me."
He looks up at Viktor, who is satisfied with his cuffs and is now giving Jayce his full attention. Their eyes meet. Jayce's tongue darts out to wet his lower lip. "I'll do anything," he whispers as his heart hammers in his chest.
The wheels make only the softest purr as Viktor rolls his chair back from his desk. His thighs part. One elegant brow creeps up. "Anything?" he echoes.
Jayce swallows the heavy lump that's suddenly formed in his throat. His gaze trails over the older man's body. He's extremely handsome for his age. His body slender and likely toned under the perfectly-tailored suit.
The man lifts a hand and wordlessly motions for Jayce to come closer. His mind hesitates, but his body moves of its own volition, taking him step by step across the office until he's standing on the other side of Viktor's desk, only a foot away from his leather office chair.
"Are you sure you want to make such an open-ended proposal? Because I can assure you, I can be a very greedy man."
Jayce's legs feel weak, and he's moments away from his knees buckling. Then he notices the older man adjusting his posture, his hips inching forward in the chair and trousers pulling tight to reveal a substantial bulge under the charcoal fabric.
"I-I try to be as accommodating as possible, sir-I-I mean Viktor."
Viktor smirks, eyes darting to the ground and Jayce instantly falls to his knees in front of the man, face growing hot and pants tight.
"That's what I like to hear."