Producers and Interns chapter 2

-I'm going to start posting these one wattpad too because of love to make a full story for this AU

Whizzer waved and grinned at all his new coworkers as he walked through the office. The open floor plan had desks littering the room and occupied by various of staff. He recognised various faces from when he came in for an interview, all still consumed by work. There were some greetings from employees but things still felt dead. They felt dead until an incredibly untidy man came running up to him, Whizzer visibly cringes at the sight of him.

"You're Whizzer, correct?" The man asks, overly curly hair bouncing as he spoke. Whizzer nodded slowly, feeling awkward about the silence that followed until he realised that the guy wasn't looking at him. Whizzer tracked his gaze to a tall, brunette woman across the room arguing with a shorter blonde woman.

"I am Whizzer, the new intern." The mans head snaps back at this, giving Whizzer a quizzical look.

"Yes, I know." He snaps, then his smile returns. "I'm Mendel, the editor, I'll be giving you a tour and introduction!" Whizzer almost hates his cheery mood as much as his beige and tan clothing ensemble. Whizzer's eyes scan around the room, all normal except for floor above him. The stairs twist and wind up to a set of offices, Whizzer knew that, but this office overlooked the ground floor with a large window instead of a wall.

A man stood there staring at them all, his eyes scanning from left to right, hands clasped behind his back. The man's eyes landed on Whizzer. From this angle they looked dead, like they were all pupil no iris. The man smiled menacingly and turned to look at other employees, Whizzer shivered.

"Who's that man?" Whizzer asks, noticing that Mendel had gone back to staring at that one lady. Mendel followed his gaze upwards. He was still there, hair slicked back with far too much hairspray and black suit without a single speck of dirt on it, his entire presence was commanding. Mendel just waves his hand dismissively.

"That's just Marvin." He looks at some papers in his hand until he realises the entirety of the situation. "He's our network head and who you're assigned to for the next three months. Good luck buddy." Mendel says faux-encouragingly, offering a weak smile.

"Is he a bad at his job?" Whizzer asks, still watching him out of the corner of his eye. Marvin was strange, Whizzer would give him that. Mendel laughs and shakes his head as he continues flipping through what he's reading.

"This place was a junk yard before him. Unfortunately he maintains excellence through scaring the hell out of us." Mendel chuckles as Whizzer just nods along, maybe he was imagining things. "I should give you the tour now." Mendel sighs and begins walking, leaving Whizzer to follow helplessly.

Mendel marches upstairs quickly towards the heap of offices, purposely not looking at Marvin who was now watching them intensely. Mendel leads him down a hallway. He talks about various nonsense and gestures to various offices, labelling them as "Trina's", "Charlotte's" and "Cordelia's" as he walks past them. Whizzer follows Mendel down a few halls before Mendel stops and gives him a strange look.

"Why are you following me to the bathroom?" He asks with a concerned expression. Whizzer just shakes his head awkwardly as Mendel walk away to the bathroom, what a strange little man.

Whizzer just decides to forget about it as he attempts to find his way back to the stairs. He'd work out his plan when he was in a place he knew. As he rounds the corner he runs into someone, knocking him off his feet.

"Excuse me?" The guy snarls as he glares down at Whizzer. Then his face changes and he sighs. "Oh, you're the intern." Marvin looms above him, a bored expression on his face and an almost predatory look in his eyes. Whizzer stands up quickly and brushes his hands on his formal pants.

"Yes sir, that's me." Whizzer chuckles awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in front of his boss. Marvin's entire presence was unnerving. Marvin's eyes scanned him up and down, weirdly paying attention to Whizzer's clothes. He took that as a cue to begin buttoning up the top buttons of his sky blue shirt. Marvin shakes his hand and moves his hand away.

"Don't try to change yourself, clothing tells me about a person." Marvin remarks, still staring at Whizzer with a steely expression. Marvin was easily shorter than Whizzer but incredibly threatening, like he could lash out and cause any number of horrible things at any second.

"What do my clothes tell you about me?" Whizzer asks, he was trying to start well with Marvin. His boss stepped in close and rested his hand on Whizzer's shoulder, smile false sweet.

"That I don't like you."