"Yeah, I'm on my way now, Twi."

"Remember what I taught you Spike: be punctual, be professional, be polite."

Spike smiled. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'm not going to blow this job, I promise."

He could practically hear the teasing smile in his sister's voice. "Rarity says hello and good luck, by the way…"

"U-Uh...t-tell her I said thanks..." He replied, embarrassment filling him.

The building loomed ahead of him. Crystal Industries. One of the largest tech companies in the nation.

"I'm pulling up now. Talk to you later Twi."

"Love you!"

"Love you too."

He reached forward to close the call. The phone faded away, and an upbeat jpop song took it's place.

He pulled up to the kiosk outside of the building, and fished around in his work bag for his keycard. Finding it, he rolled down his window and held it up to the scanner. A blueish light bathed the card and the man's hand, before a robotic woman's voice spoke up.

"Welcome to Crystal Industries, SPIKE SPARKLE."

The bar covering the entrance lifted up, and Spike rolled his window back up, pulling into the parking lot. Thankfully, his job came with a parking space, instead of being forced to use the garage; he managed to find his parking space, B10.

Spike parked and turned the key as he did so, the engine cutting off with a gentle rumble, then sighed and leaned back in his seat.

He never thought he'd actually make it this far.

When Twilight had sent him the link to this job opportunity, he'd nearly burst out laughing? Him? Being hired by one of the most prominent and respected tech companies ever? As a personal assistant to it's CEO? There was no way in hell.

And yet, a month, three interviews, and a whole bucketload of anxiety later, here he was. About to head inside the headquarters of Crystal Industries.

"Okay...here we go. You got this. You're gonna do great. You won't fuck this up, Spike..." He breathed.

With that reassurance out of the way, he grabbed his work bag, making sure to slip his key fob and card into the front pocket, before open the door and stepping out...

Nearly shedding a tear as he saw how close the edge of his door was to the extremely expensive looking car beside his own.

"Holy shit fuck."

After managing to surgically remove his person from his car without dooming himself to what was sure to end up in a lawsuit, he began briskly walking towards the entrance of the sleek, almost futuristic looking building, the polished glass of the windows hurting his eyes due to how much sunlight reflected off of them.

The automatic doors slid open, hitting Spike with a veritable blast of cool air, which was quite welcome, given that it was the tailend of August.

He walked throught the doors and was promtly disoriented by how clean everything was. The marble floors shone, the rugs in the lobby were pristine, even the couches and glass coffee tables looked as though they had just been purchased the day beforehand.

A young woman with curly brown hair sat behind the desk in the lobby. The placard on the desk said 'Denise Whitman'. Behind her on the wall was large, ornate silver lettering. It read:

C R Y S T A L
I N D U S T R I E S
Paving a way towards the future.

"U-Uh...hello?" Spike piped up nervously, tugging at his collar.

The woman looked at him with curiosity. "Are you a client or a new employee?"

"Uh...employee."

The corners of her glossed lips curled up in an amused smirk. "You looked confused and lost, which is why I asked. Mind handing me your card?"

"O-Oh! Y-Yeah, h-here..." He fumbled with his bag befire sheepishly producing his keycard, which she promptly plucked from his hand with a pair of manicured fingers. She moved to type on her keyboard, then scanned his card.

Denise stared intently at her monitor, before her dull eyes widened.

"You're Mr. Noir's new PA?"

"Hah...yeah."

She gave him a critical once over, making him feel a bit self-conscious, before she gestured down the hall to her left, handing back his card with her other hand.

"Elevator's that way. His office-- and yours-- are on the the 10th floor. His office is the final one on that floor. You'll know it when you see it."

He nodded gratefully, taking his card from her and putting it back in its bag. "Th-Thanks." With that, he walked towards where he'd been directed.

"Oh, and, Mr. Sparkle?"

He paused and turned to face her. "Hm?"

"Good luck."

With that omnious phrase, she returned to her work, typing away at her keyboard.

Spike felt himself shudder, and continued walking forward.

Spike's leg involuntarily bounced as he leaned up against the back wall of the elevator.

'Way to unsettle the fuck out of me before I start my first day, Denise.'

He didn't know much about Sombra Noir.

The handsome, affluent CEO of CI, and the brother-in-law of it's founder, Cadenza Amore. He was shrouded in mystery, aside from the occasional article in tech magazines, detailing a few of his accomplishments.

Other than that, he was clueless about his employer. Judging by what Denise had told him however, he was starting to feel anxious.

'For the love of fuck, please don't turn out to be an asshole.'

'DING!'

Spike looked up to see the elevator doors smoothly open, leading to a pristine hallway. "God, why the hell is everything here so freakishly clean..." He muttered.

He steeled his courage and promotly walked down the hall, looking for his office space.

Finally, he found it. An space with his name on the door. He opened it and walked inside. It was rather simple. A few file cabinets, a desk, a phone, a computer, and a desk lamp.

"Huh. Bigger than I thought it'd be." Spike mused. He set his workbag next to the desk and sat down in his office chair.

For a while he just sat there, taking in the feeling of being in his new office space.

'Brrring Brrring Brrring!'

Startled, Spike jumped before his gaze turned to the phone that was now ringing. He hurriedly picked it up.

"Hello? To whom am I speaking?"

'Ah, you're here, and on time exactly, no less. Punctuality is always appreciated, Mr. Sparkle.' A smooth, baritone voice spoke over the line, sending a soft tremor down Spike's spine.

"Is...is this Mr. Noir?"

A snort, then a chuckle. 'Who else would be calling you on your first day besides me, Mr. Sparkle. I need you to report to my office. It's at the end of the hall.'

"O-Oh, y-yes sir. I'll be there right-"

'Click!'

Spike frowned as the line went dead. "I guess I should go see him..."He trailed off, uneasy.

Damn it Denise.

Author's Note

Ah yes, I am once again back on my shit.

Boy do I love me some Somspike