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Started December 27, 2023 by @knightinadream group

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(Hii! I took inspiration from an old movie and wanted to make a cute romance/slow burn/slice of life rp. I have this character who's Death and I'd love to test this plot with someone!)

It's never been easy for Death. Everyone more or less fears him. He is always depicted in a morbid light, as the end for everyone. Worst of all, he is alone. He has been alone for millions of years. Death wants to be with the living so he could learn what it's like to be a human. Love, pain, happiness, sadness, he wants to learn these things. He wants to learn why they fear him.

So for one year, he takes on the form of a human and lives as one. The world is not what it used to be. He ran into many problems from connecting with others to scaring people away but he wants to learn human things. He needs to! When you can't beat them, join them. Somehow Death finds a job as the assistant to the chief editor at a fashion magazine and boy is he in for it.

His boss is so perfect. From looks to intelligence, they have it all. They are just so cool. It may love at first sight for Death. The problem is everyone is intimidated by them. Why? Who knows? Some say that they are very prejudice and full of pride. Others claim it's because they have this scary aura.

It's not their fault. They are tough, making it difficult for them to let the right one in. Assistants and partners come and go for them. They envy those in a relationship. The poor boss can't even watch a romantic movie without getting jealous. It's never been easy for the boss.

Something about the boss draws Death towards them. Something about Death (whom the boss and everyone perceives to be a normal man) draws the boss towards them.

Rules

• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules
• Although this is a romance rp and may have mature themes, but we will have things fade to black when it comes to smut.
• Long detailed paragraph responses please.
• Details can be changed if need be. Since your character is the boss, you can decide if they're in charge of a fashion magazine company or something else. This rp can be m/f or m/m.
• Let me know if you have any questions, comments, or concerns. :)

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Name: Harrison 'Harry' Holloway
Age: 45
Gender: Cis male
Sexuality: fuck if he knows
Appearance: Harry stands at around six foot seven and is built with wide shoulders and a strong body, although does have a little bit of a tummy on him (with a happy trail to accompany it). He has tanned skin although as of late he is beginning to lose some of his signature glow. He has tattoos covering both arms of whimsical botanicals/skulls that extend to his hands, along with vine tattoos on his collar bone as well as a spine/back tattoo of similar themes to his arms (moths, flowers, skulls, you name it, it's probably there). Harry has a strong jawline although you wouldn't know it due to the dark beard that he sports, one that is always neatly kept and never too long. Roman nose, dark, thick brows with long lashes and striking, ocean-green eyes that pierce the soul. He does have a very loving, soft smile; charming and endearing when he does smile. His hair is as dark as his beard with a few grey hairs to boot, kept neat and tidy - usually at work it's combed back with a few, soft curly strands sticking to his forehead. At home, it is unkempt because, well, who does he have to impress? He has a scar down the middle of his chest, jagged and what he describes as hideous. Usually, Harry is wearing button-up shirts or suits so his tattoos are mostly covered.
Personality: Harry is a hard-working, down-to-earth man who does not tolerate bullshit. He has worked hard his whole life to get where he is and has built his reputation from the ground up and would be damned if anyone was going to take that from him. Generally appears to have a cold, calm and collected exterior to those who work for him which makes him intimidating. But, he tries his best to appear kind (because really, he is), and wants to encourage a work environment where his employees can go to him with anything that they need. Beyond the exterior he presents, is a caring, kind man who craves love and connection with someone but is too scared to pursue it since it has failed him in the past. Harry is a big cuddly teddy bear underneath it all but no one has tried hard enough to see that.
Background: Harrison was born into a family of three. Being an only child he was spoilt as a child as much as his parents were able to do so. They were not the richest family but they were happy, and that was what mattered. But, his parents were killed in a car accident when he was twelve, leaving him with the scar he now sports as a reminder of what happened.

Having no other family left, Harry was sent into foster care, leaving him to bounce around in places for the rest of his life because no one wanted to adopt a teenage boy. It was then that he swore to work hard to create a better life for himself. Life had handed him the short end of the stick and he was determined to turn it around. During school, he gained nothing but straight A's, working hard and making it to the top of his class, becoming valedictorian. He applied for Harvard Law and made it in where he went on to become one of the best lawyers.

Shortly after graduating Harry was offered a position at a prestigious law firm where he was soon to become a partner in. His new business partner, Alfred Hillinghead, became like a father figure to Harry and continued to nurture him and teach him up until the day he died. After Hillinghead passed, Harry became the sole CEO of the company, and 'Holloway & Hillinghead' became one of the richest and best law firms there was.
Song(s): In the morning by The Ballroom Thieves and Bleeding out by Chance Peña
Other: He has a ragdoll cat called Darling and a maine coon called Pumpkin. Has glasses but doesn't wear them to work because he doesn't want people to see him getting 'old' and only wears them at home. Birthday is Feb 14

Name: Pierre Ahn (Death)
Age: 350, but 34 as Pierre
Gender: Cis-male
Sexuality: Omnisexual
Appearance: For being one of the most feared beings in the universe, Death doesn't look as scary when being in human form as his human self. Pierre has sculptured features; the most prominent being his straight nose and monolid, smokey dark brown eyes. Depending on the lighting, his eyes appear black. If you look into eyes long enough, you can bits of his soul floating around. It can shine or float around like snowflakes. He stands at 5'9" and has a lean triangular body with a slim waist. He prefers to keep his medium brown short and to have most of his fluffy hair parted to the left side. It frames his heart-shaped head. The color of his skin is ivory. On the lower left side of his nose, there is a small beauty mark.
Personality: One could say that Death is a bit of an old soul, but this old soul is bursting with sunshine. While Death is meant to be professional and proper all the time, there is depth to his character. Death is a sincere and considerate soul who normally is kind to those around him. He also happens to be an extremely fearless and selfless soul. Always quick on his feet, he is (usually) ready for whatever happens next. However, he loves sitting down and listening to others. He does have a knack for the simpler things in life. Death is quite the curious individual. Sometimes things fly over his head. Sometimes he is blunt or bleak, but he means well. Other times he would spend hours trying to learn something or help someone. There's never a boring day when you're with Death/Pierre.
Background: Death has never experienced life. He was always a lonely little soul who worked to ensure the safe passage for those who left life on Earth. Certain souls never go to Earth. Some become grim reapers who help Death by escorting souls to the afterlife. This current incarnation of Death was a grim reaper, but he took on the big role after the previous one wanted to rest and relax for the rest of eternity. It isn't the greatest job in the universe, but Death had found moments where he enjoyed it. Sometimes Death was able to take on the form of a human and walk on the earth as one, but only to be able to escort hundreds of souls. Humans have always fascinated him. They only get to live for so long but they create meanings that last for centuries. Some are beautiful while others brought devastation and destruction. He has served as Death for the last three hundred years and decided to take a break. Some humans do that. They take time off, go explore, and learn new things. Death has always wanted to learn more about humans and the meaning of life. So one day, he decided to go to Earth and be amongst humans as a human for one year. That way he can learn about what it means to be human and alive while being able to do things like watch the sunset or eat red velvet cake.
Song(s): Slowly Spilling Out by Saint Motel, Like a Tattoo by Sade, Youth (Night) by Oohyo
Other: Since becoming a human, Death has a small black leather bounded journal where he keeps entries about all sorts of things: obseravtions (mostly of others via people watching), things he likes/dislikes, the weather, what he wants to do while being a human and so on so forth. He just learned that he likes to dance to 80s music. (Not saying that he didn't like 80s music before, he just never had the chance to enjoy it or any other kind of music.)

Everytime Death asked a human what life was like, he would get a variety of answers. Wonderful, bleak, hell, a nightmare, okay, breathtaking…One of the answers he would most certainly get from almost every single one was "unexpected." Of course, he understood what they meant to a certain degree, but at the end of the day, he still didn't fully understand what they meant. That was always a problem for him. Unlike other grim reapers and even previous Deaths, he never experienced life. The universe created him and sent him to work in the afterlife. He would go through the memories of millions upon millions of souls, growing wistful of the things they got to experience. So he decided to experience human life for himself.

It was a new day for Death…well, technically, Pierre Ahn. Here he was at eight thirty in the morning standing in front of a tall gray building, surrounded by people in suits with earbuds in their ears while they held their phones right in front of their faces. A week ago, he applied to work as the assistant to the head of the 'Holloway & Hillinghead' law firm. After going through a few interviews and waiting for two days, he got the job. Honestly, the soul was surprised. This was the only the third job he applied for. They told him to be there at nine to meet his boss, Mr. Holloway, but Death promised himself to be as early as reasonably possible.

He wore a black three piece suit with a plain white dress shirt and dark brown dress shoes. All of his things were in a black leather satchel bag. Death's left hand gripped on the strap as he walked into the building. He made his way to the elevator, pressed the button, then shuffled to the back corner. It was oddly fun being in a small crowded space with a bunch of people. He wondered where they all were going and what they were thinking.

When he arrived at the firm, a woman took his picture for his staff ID. Personally, he thought he looked weird as he stared blankly towards the camera, but it didn't look that bad to him. Then he followed someone down the hallway to where his desk was. The kind person then pointed down a smaller hallway to where Mr. Holloway's office was.

After getting himself situated, he sat down and looked at the time on the computer monitor. Eight fifty, it read. Death sighed while his shoulders slouched. It was quiet except for the strange beating coming from his heart. Now that he was a human, he had to deal with it beating differently at random times. Currently, it was going very fast as his left leg was bouncing. He took a deep breath as he continued to stare at the time.

When was the last time he had had a day off?

Harrison couldn't remember, and half of him didn't care, not really, and quite frankly he never particularly had time to take any time off from work. Being head of the company kept him busy at all hours of the day, even the hours when he wasn't in the office and was hunched over his kitchen counter looking at documents for whatever case he was working on. Neither of his cats enjoyed it, the bastards always knew when he was working too hard, something he both loved and despised his pets for. They were cats, how they knew he was tiring was beyond him.

Maybe it was middle age, too. He was approaching forty-six, and half the people in his office weren't letting him forget it. It didn't help his birthday fell on Valentine's Day, which, in his opinion, only made the day ten times worse than it normally might have been. Either way, regardless of his impending birthday, the worst holiday of the year, and the mountains of work he had on his desk– and everywhere else in his office that could be counted as table space – the distractions were better than the alternative. Nothing.

God, if he had to spend his day doing nothing he would go even more crazy than he already felt he was going.

Being the most sought-after law firm in the state kept him in the office every day of the week, all day. Harry was often the first in the door and the last to leave at the end of the day, just in case something went wrong that he needed to be there for. So far, nothing had happened, and really the CEO didn't have to be there. He had people working under him for that, to inform him if anything went wrong or if he was needed. But it felt wrong to leave it to those people. Like if he wasn't there, doing his job, helping out, what was the point? He tried his hardest to be a good boss, and he hoped that it showed. No one said otherwise. Apparently, he was too intimidating.

Had it not been for his new assistant starting, the day would have been no different. Harrison had been in the door to his building at seven-thirty and had already been on his second coffee of the day. His navy blue suit had been mostly discarded the moment he had made it to his office, the jacket slung over the back of his chair as he rolled up the sleeves to his pristine white shirt, tattoos showing as he had worked on the budgeting for the month before his team rolled in for the day. Harrison barely even noticed the time until his watch pinged with the alert that he had a meeting at nine, and quickly shuffling his papers to something more presentable for a CEO's office, his brown leather shoes clicked on the floor as he walked the short distance down the hall, "Mr Ahn?"

Those wide brown eyes never left the computer monitor once. Even with little bits of souls floating around in his pupils, Death was still able to watch the time. Until he has this meeting with boss, that was all he wanted to do. There was a this churning sensation in his stomach. He tried to stop his leg from bouncing, but it kept on.

Everything stopped he heard someone say his name. The whole world must have stopped in its orbit. Death was sure that his heart must have for a second. Glancing over, he saw a man standing over by the hallway. He smiled; that must be the one and only, Mr Holloway.

With a swivel of the chair, Death was up. He fixed his jacket sleeves then made his way over to Mr Holloway. A soft smile swept across his face. Finally, this was happening! The soul can finally do what he had been dreaming of doing for so long and he gets to do it while working just like other humans! Oh, he could just feel the excitment with every step he took.

He stopped a few feet away from his boss. The tip of his ears turned red as he slightly tilted his chin up to make eye contact. Death did not have to completely tilt his head back, but the boss was of great stature, literally. Briefly he glimpsed down to see that Holloway's rolled up sleeves revealed tattoos covering his arms. The soul was always fascinated by how humans were connected to things like art. It was beautiful. He liked how they would even do things like put it on their bodies.

"Good morning, Mr Holloway," He beamed, "You can just call me Pierre…or Mr Ahn works too…whichever you prefer." Death stared off to the momentarily before his eyes widened. Holding his hand out, he softly chuckled, "I am sorry. I am just really excited to work here, and to work with you." His face flushed pink as he lightly laughed again. The smile on his face continued gleaming.

It was almost endearing how eager his new assistant seemed to be about starting the job. Harrison had gone through more than a few assistants in his time, whether that was because he scared them all off or they just weren't the right fit for the position. Half of them had been too scared to speak up to him that it just had not worked out more than a month or two, which was disappointing to say the least. They had all been eager and excited to start, but it seemed that Mr Ahn- Pierre, was the most excited yet. He wondered why, but didn't think too deeply into it, probably just first day nerves.

Either way, Harrison met the extended hand with his own and a soft smile, "Welcome to the firm, Pierre," He said, letting go of the other's hand and gesturing for the man to follow him down the hall to his office, "And please, Harrison is just fine."

Being called by his full name- even if practice in most law firms- had never truly sat right with him. He knew that he was above everyone in the office position wise, it was his firm after all, but Harrison had never enjoyed the feeling. And being called by his last name made him feel old. Everything made him feel old when there was a new generation of lawyers walking through those doors every day asking for a job. It did nothing for his ever greying hair.

Regardless, he led Pierre down the hall and to his office, motioning for him to sit at the seat opposite his own and Harrison took up his own spot after softly shutting the door. At least he had somewhat cleaned the desk, but the rest of the room was just as much of a mess as it always was. Harrison relaxed back in his chair, "Welcome to Holloway & Hillinghead," He said, clearing his throat, "I hope my staff have been welcoming to you so far?" He hoped so, it was something he tried to pride himself in- nice staff. Unlike the other employees at firms he had visited who tended to be standoff-ish and rude. And on his first day, Harrison knew that new job nerves would be in full force for the man in front of him.

Something about Mr Holloway enticed him. The man's voice was low, but sweet. And he had quite the smile too. Seeing it made his heart thump in a way that made him worried. Did that mean he was dying? Wait, no. That didn't make any sense. It was probably just nerves of his first day at work. In the midst of admiring his boss and his kind presence, Death found it hard to resist the thought that something(s) troubled Mr Holloway. It was difficult foe him to explain it now, but the soul knew there was a few thoughts of some sort of troubles lying behind those green eyes.

He used to be able to know what people were thinking. Before he traded his metaphysical being for a humane one, he could easily find out everything about a person. It came with the job because how else was Death supposed to have some sort of understanding of people? Now as a person, things were different. Now he had to talk to others, learn, and listen to them in order to know their troubles and understand them. No mind reading or anything. It was all part of being human. In a way, he found it to be beautiful.

"Thank you." Letting his hand drop to his side, he felt his heart thud again at the sound of Holloway saying his name. It sounded much better when his boss said it. After mentally reassuring himself that he was not having a heart attack, he followed his boss down the small hallway. Harrison. He nodded, "Only if that's what you prefer, Mr Ho-…Harrison."

Harrison's office was nice. Not too messy, but clean enough to move around as one pleased. Death liked the way papers covered most of the office. He wondered if Harrison had them in his own method of organization. The soul did his best to avoid stepping on any as he made his way over towards the empty chair.

Death sat down in the chair across from his boss. At first, he sat on the edge with his back straight. When he saw that Harrison was relaxed in his seat, he decided to do the same. For a second, he thought about what he was going to say. "Oh yes, everyone I have come across have been nice and lovely," He nodded, "I only hope to be a great addition to your firm. I can assure you that I am or will be."

The Holloway & Hillinghead offices were located on the top few floors of one of the tallest buildings in the city. Harrison’s office located at the very top. The view was immaculate, and one of the reasons why he loved the building so much. His apartment was much the same, located near the top of his apartment building. There was something about being able to see the world around him that fascinated the lawyer to no end. He loved it. Especially when he could view the sunset from the office or his apartment and watch the sky turn shades of gold and orange, casting the world in its glow. His favourite time of day.

And his office itself was of decent size, his desk in the centre with a large bookcase on one side filled to the brim and near over flowing with books of all shapes and sizes. There was a small couch on the other side of the room, cabinets lining the rest of the walls with pieces of old, vintage art encompassing the spaces that were left. Harrison had a few plants on the bookshelf but half were dying due to his lack of watering and green thumb.

Either way, Harrison nodded, pleased with Pierre’s answer, “Good, and if you have any trouble with anyone in the office you come directly to me the moment it happens,” Disrespect would not be tolerated, and even though he knew that none of his staff would ever disrespect a new employee, he wanted to make it clear that he wasn’t going to tolerate any of that bullshit.

“Now, before I give you a proper tour of the place,” Harrison reached down into one of his desk drawers and pulled out a set of keys on a black lanyard, “These are the key’s to the building. There’s one for the very front door downstairs if you need to come in after hours, plus the stairwell so you don’t get caught out with the alarm. There’s the master key for each floor and pretty much every room in the offices, and the final one is the key for my office,” He held up each key as he did so before handing them over to Pierre, “Don’t give these keys out to anyone, especially the one to my office. There’s only two of those and you and I have them. Your photo ID will get you into all the rooms with an electric lock and those keys will get you into the rest.”

Sure the little soul was in awe about everything he came across. The world was bleak as it is. Personally, he thought that it looked better now than it did when he started working as a grim reaper. Everything was so grim back then. In a way, things hadn't changed. Death could still see the gloominess of life all around him. So, he sat in the chair with a resting smile. As long as he had some sort of optimism, then perhaps the world would be a bit brighter.

To him, it seemed a little bit better while sitting in this office. The view looked lovely outside. Its perspective was different from where his desk was, yet he enjoyed it nonetheless. From his boss's office, the soul assumed you could see the sunrise and sunset. From his desk, you could look down at the busy streets or into the windows of nearby buildings. Perhaps Harrison enjoyed sightseeing and people watching too.

Death nodded, "Of course, I will should I ever need to." The soul hoped that he would not be needing to come to Harrison because someone was giving him trouble. So far half of the people he came across were indifferent or slightly disturbed by his presence. And everyone he met at the firm were kind enough to time. The soul was not worried. While he may be Death, but he believed he was an approachable kind person even though he had a lot to learn.

If only he picked up something to write with before following Harrison into his office. As his boss went through each key and its lock, the soul mentally repeated everything. He bit the inside of his cheek. With both hands, he received the lanyard with both hands. It felt light in his hands. Each key was cold to the touch. They felt nice and smooth too.

Going through the keys, he held the one that goes to his boss's office. Death glanced at the plants on the bookcase, especially the ones that looked dead. Gazing back up to Harrison, he smiled. "No need to worry, Sir," Death assured, "I will take good care of these and my ID too."

Harrison didn't know what it was about the man sitting in front of him but there was an aura about him that was different from the rest of the assistants that he had had in the past. Strange, oddly soothing, in a way, and he couldn't help but feel as if he had met him before. Pierre's face rung no bells but his presence did, almost as if they had had a small conversation in a coffee shop or on the street years ago. He shook it off, writing it off as one of those deja vu feelings he got half the time when he wasn't paying attention to the world around him.

He waved a hand in the air dismissively, "Please, there's no need to call me sir, Harrison is fine." That feeling of being above those that worked for him always crept back into his soul whenever it was said.

"You're not to give anyone else the key to my office, not under any circumstances. Failure to follow that rule will result in immediate termination of your position." It had happened before. One of his past assistants had given one of his newest employees they key to retrieve a document from his office and the man had snooped through some important paperwork. Both of them had been fired once it was revealed what had happened, and he made sure to never repeat that mistake ever again. But, something about Pierre gave him the sense that that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. He hoped his intuition was correct.

Harrison scratched at his beard, "There's also a small notebook in the locked drawer of your desk- the master key will open it, but inside contains codes to the safe in here. Now, you shouldn't have any need to access the safe, and I'll know if you do without permission, but as a precaution you have the access codes. I feel it is self explanatory what sharing those codes would mean for your employment."

He needed this to work out. God, he couldn't count how many assistants he had gone through recently, going through the same speech over and over was not exactly something he was enjoying anymore, but was obligatory nonetheless. At this point, if Pierre didn't work out as his right hand man, he might forego an assistant altogether. Not exactly the wisest idea but one that was starting to become more and more appealing as they came and went.

His eyes widened at the realization of his littke mistake. Once he assured himself that it was kind of okay, he slightly bowed his head in an apology. "Ah yes, I will Harrison." Death looked down at his shoes while biting the inside of his right cheek. His boss just told him that when they first met seconds ago. Literally. Seconds. Ago. Frankly, that must have been one of his first mistakes as a human and in this job. And he really liked the name too. It's handsome and classic yet timeless.

His thumb brushed over the key to Harrison's office. Quite frankly, he had confidence in himself to not give the key, or any of the other keys, to anyone else unless they were his boss which probably was unlikely but nevertheless. The fact that he was thinking things like having confidence was odd. Never in over three hundred years did he need such a thing. Even when he became Death, he never once had he needed confidence or had to get a boost of it.

The soul quickly nodded his head. Termination. A word that meant the death of this job. And for once, he wanted to avoid…Himself? No that didn't make sense. Oh well. At the end of the day, he just wanted to work, get closer to people, and learn about human things. If not giving anyone the keys or losing them, then he will guard them with his "life."

And he would do the same for this notebook too. Using his left hand, he fluffed the back of his head. Death nodded his head before motioning his head being cut off. "Yes s- Harrison," He beamed, "I perfectly understand. I won't be sharing the keys or codes with anyone, but I will be sharing good insightful conversations, lighthearted jokes, and good company with others including you."

Death was looking forward to it all! He had hopes that were as high as his excitment. So far he has been a human for one week. One out of fifty-two weeks. If this job didn't work out, then maybe he should reconsider this whole human thing. He hoped that this would work out. Hopefully not, this job was very promising. Everything was going well so far.

Harrison tilted his head to the side ever so slightly at Pierre's interesting choice of words. He spoke as if he had read a manual of what to say when starting a new job. Which, he supposed was fair, considering many people he had interviewed and spoken to on their first day had said something at least somewhat similar, but there was something about the man in front of him that was different from the rest. He couldn't place his finger on it, and Harrison had no clue what it was or if he was just sleep-deprived, but it was something that had his head turning and mind wondering about the other man.

Usually, he wouldn't have been bothered, at least not as much as how he felt towards Pierre. Sure, he got to know his employees as best he could, well, at least the ones he worked with closely, definitely his assistants, but half the time he wasn't as inclined to want to ask questions. Yet with Pierre, there was an itch there, like he had to know more. And the way he spoke certainly continued to spark that interest in his new assistant.

What was he even thinking? He was a professional. If things went well and Pierre was food as his job, Harrison did not doubt that they could be friends to some degree, but it always felt… odd, when it came to forming friendships with those that worked for him. Maybe because they had always been forced from the other party, or someone had overstepped a boundary that Harrison had clearly set in place.

He wasn't exactly the easiest person to approach, he knew that much. There had been assistants he had had in the past who had left due to his towering presence and demeanour. Others had left because he was intimidating, apparently, and forming friendships when one was deemed 'scary' wasn't exactly easy. It didn't help that forming friendships in the workplace could so easily turn sour if one thing went wrong and nothing was fixed. Each time Harrison had been let down or disappointed by the end result. So much so he only really had two close friends.

The boss gave his new assistant a small smile, "I hope we can indeed share those things," He said, standing, "But for now, it's time to show you the rest of the building. I know it can be confusing at times, but I have no doubt you will master the layout in no time."

Aside from his natural curiosity of humans and the complexities they instill in life, Death was curious about Harrison. Every individual is something, that he knew for sure. Although, his interest piqued the moment his eyes laid on the boss. Could have been with the way the man carried himself or maybe it was the pitch of his voice. It could have been the fact that the man was much taller than him. For all he knew, it could have been a million things. All Death knew was that there was more to the man that sat before him aside from his cool well-mannered appearance.

His boss was pretty cool. Death knew all too well. Not a lot of people are like that, at least in his opinion. From what he could tell already, Harrison was more than just cool. Kind, smart, formal, and a good person. He really was looking forward to working and spending more time with him. Already he assumed the possibility of late nights in the office. Doing such things increased a person's likelihood of meeting him (as Death) sooner, but he'll do what he can to reduce it for his boss. In the back of his mind, he already was planning what types of dinner he could order.

The soul was unsure if his thinking was anywhere near rational. This was his boss after all. And while sure, he can have workplace friendships, he was unsure whether that applied to the boss or not. Already he was assuming that things would go swimmingly. (To which he really had high hopes they would.) Nothing is guaranteed in life. This saying must apply to everything including how things would go with this job.

Death looked up at his boss, admiring the small grin on his face. No, this was guaranteed. Regardless of what happens, he will be fine and things with this job will go well. The only thing he wished right now was for the room to be cooler. Seriously, he felt like his body was a heat radiator. His bottom jaw slightly hung open yet no words spilled out. All he was capable of doing was smiling back.

Standing up, he tucked on the back of his suit jacket. While placing the keys in his inside jacket pocket, he replied, "No worries, I'm sure I will know it like the back of my hand soon enough. I am excited to see the rest of the building." For being in existence for over three hundred years, his memory wad pretty sharp. Death fixed the jacket sleeves before placing one hand over the other.

Harrison beckoned his new assistant to follow as he moved around from his desk. The office would be filling with people by now, and it was also an opportunity for him to check in on his more recent employees. He had never had trouble, not real trouble, with any of the lawyers he had employed before. Some of them overstepped their boundaries with him as their boss on occasion but each time it was dealt with quickly and nothing ever carried over into the next day.

He knew what people said about him. He was secluded. A quiet man who lived alone, had no partner, and didn't seem to date. Intimidating and someone who, as some of his younger employees had said, was the 'perfect man' making him an easy target. It was always the young ones who tried to have a go at getting with him, claiming that they had 'been with their bosses before and it hadn't made a difference' but Harrison had never believed it, nor was he interested. It didn't matter what they wore or if they made an attempt to learn about his interests, they weren't his type and well, he had given up on dating years ago.

Now, he made sure to check in with those who began working with him, make sure they knew the rules, they knew how the workplace operated, and that they were actually doing work. Apart from the one or two people he had had issues with over his long career, there had been no trouble as of late. Maybe because his employment process had been changed to account for those who could slip through the cracks and cause problems with those who didn't need it- mainly his employees whom he genuinely liked.

Either way, Pierre didn't seem like the type to cause trouble. Already, Harrison could tell he was a sweet man and that was good for this position. Exactly what he needed.

He led them down the corridor and past his desk, hands behind his back as they walked, "So, Pierre, have you been someone's assistant before?" Harrison hadn't read through the thousands of applications for the position, and he had had someone else conduct the interviews. But, now he had the opportunity to get to know the man who he would be working closely with.

Following Harrison, the soul happily walked with a spring in his step. His face creased into a soft smile. Light shined in his eyes. Even when he gazed down at the floor or up to the ceiling, those dark orbs were lit with glee. Being this elated over getting to see the whole office must be trivial. People come and go everyday. Lights in offices turn off while others stay on. Nothing really changes. One day after another, the building will still be the same. Eventually he would get used to everything. Every little detail will be memorized. No matter how familiar he will be, it all would still be exciting to him.

The tip of his right index finger rested on his bottom lip. "Well," He hummed, "let's see here…" He needed a moment to think about the previous jobs Pierre had especially the ones relevant to being Harrison's assistant. Not say that he created an extensive job history or anything yet there was a massive amount of detail to go through.

Death has only had three jobs in his existence. Every single one involved the afterlife. Putting "Grim Reaper Intern," "Grim Reaper" and "Death: Head of the Grim Reapers and Soul Trespassing into the Afterlife" would not have looked appealing on his resume. The soul did have to break some rules of bending reality to his will in order to make himself more humane and fit for this job. As humans like to say: You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs.

Creating a human persona was quite the Herculean task. From background to education to job history, it was kind of exhausting. The soul had to weave in every little detail to make sure everything was properly connected. Pierre Ahn was like a silk garment to some extent.

"I have a few times," He responded while looking over at his boss. "Previously I worked as a judicial assistant for a few judges who specialize in juvenile cases in Seoul for about six years. Before that, I lived in Budapest working as an assistant to the head of a research company. I even interned at a few places while attending university."

(sorry for disappearing for a bit there - work was working and im back at uni so might be a little slow and i apologise in advance)

When it came to identifying an assistant, it was one of the few jobs that the CEO didn't actually do himself. Lawyers, solicitors, anything of the sort he dealt with personally- or at least as much as his time allowed. With the amount of work that seemed to pile up on his desk there was little time for much else. He had had to clear his schedule a month in advance in order to make sure he was free to show his new assistant around the office and show them the ropes, and he was glad that he had done so.

Harrison had looked over the resumes that had been handed in for the position, a few coming from inside his own firm rather than from outside sources (those had been quickly discarded) but for the most part, he had left it to one of his trusted employees. She had always known who would be the best fit for the job, mainly because she was the closest thing the man had to a mother these days. The old woman really should have retired years ago but refused. Linda Hillinghead was a woman who was as stubborn as her late husband has been and the woman who seemed to always know what Harrison needed in an assistant.

Exactly why he hadn't paid much attention to the resumes dropped in on his desk and instead had been shuffled to her own. Honestly, she should have been his assistant, but it was too much work for the elder and Harrison refused to let her work so much. Linda needed the rest, as much as she stated she didn't.

"Interesting," He replied, scratching at his beard as he listened, "That would have been rewarding I'm sure. Seoul is a beautiful place, as feel as Budapest. I can't say I've ever been to either of the cities, though. Work keeps my feet firmly here or at least in the country."

(It's okay! Uni has been keeping me busy too. Hope everything is going well.)

All of the contents on his resume were pulled from the experiences he's had as a grim reaper and Death. Same goes for Pierre's life as well. Seoul was the first place he went to escort a soul to the afterlife. Budapest had always been one of his many favorites. Both have changed so much and he still loves them to this day.

He nodded, "They both really are beautiful places. I like to argue that most of the world is just as beautiful too." Even after all he had witness as Death, he still loved humanity. He loved every single place he had visited. If only he ever had the chance to visit all of those places as a human.

Death could not resist having a slight frown on his face. Humans can live their lives however they wanted to. He was not one to judge. Work can be good. It shows character and helps support one's life, but he found it disappointing that people lived through work. There is so much in this wild wacky world, but many rarely travel beyond their home and work. It is one of the many tragedies of the modern world.

"Perhaps you should lift your feet up from your work and set them down in a place like Seoul or Budapest for awhile, Harrison," He suggested, "Life is more than the work we invest ourselves into. We must invest in the world we live in."