Title: Good Business Practice, Part III
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana
Summary: Merlin watches as Arthur gives a very strong interview.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 730
Prompt: Imperfection - for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Read PART ONE HERE and PART TWO HERE. Thank you schweet_heart for the beta. All the remaining mistakes are mine.
Merlin was right. Merlin was always right.
Arthur bloody killed it.
As soon as Uther, Morgana, Arthur, and Mr Godwyn sat down at the round table in the master living room, Arthur had been on-point. Every question Godwyn had about Arthur's knowledge of the Global Market, Arthur had an answer ready for it.
"Uther, why is your junior accountant serving us tea?" Godwyn had asked - to throw them off, Merlin thought - when Merlin came near Arthur and poured four cubes of sugar in Arthur's cup.
'The butler's out today' seemed like the wrong answer so Merlin had quickly jumped in and replied with, "I'm versatile that way. I not only handle the QuickBooks, but I also keep tabs on the sugar and honey supply for the kitchen staff. Multifaceted Accounting degree and all. No such thing as an imperfect employee at Pendragon Industries."
A small chuckle went around the table.
After his reply, Merlin had immediately looked at Arthur for his reaction. The corners of his mouth had quirked up slightly, and Merlin had thought Arthur's shoulders also relaxed a bit.
It was evident, all the tension had now left Arthur, and he'd visibly loosened up.
Since he was no longer worked up about whatever Merlin had said wrong, Arthur had managed to not get aggravated quickly. He was calm, collected, and composed throughout the entire meeting.
Every now and then, while he had been talking, Arthur had locked his gaze with Merlin. Merlin had made sure to nod back with assurance, trying to convey, you're doing amazing. Keep it up.
Whatever it was, it had worked.
By the time Godwyn left, he looked astonishingly impressed with Arthur, and promised Uther they'd have to set up a business meeting soon to discuss a business alliance.
Merlin found it hard to believe this was the same man who'd somehow drunkenly propositioned the Parliamentary Private Secretary of Camelot's great nephew into giving him a blow job in the toilet stall of a pub, managed to get a Master's in Global Marketing, and got equally offended at the mention of his best friend's arse. Arthur was an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, who looked really good in swimming trunks.
"Great job, Arthur," Uther said as he patted Arthur on his shoulder and left the room. "You too, Merlin. Thanks for taking over today."
"Of course, Mr Pendragon," Merlin replied with a tiny bow. "Anything for the Global Market."
Morgana chuckled and ruffled Merlin's hair before she turned towards Arthur and kissed him on the cheek. "Truly brilliant. If I weren't your sister and already working in the family business, I'd give you a job."
"Thanks, Sis," Arthur said, his cheeks turning slightly pink, as he loosened his tie. "God, I could use a drink."
"Me too," both Merlin and Morgana said at the same time.
Merlin quickly added, "Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud—"
"It's okay, Merlin," Morgana said laughing. "I think I'm just going to go upstairs with a glass of wine. I'm exhausted from today and Gwen and I are going to the Fine Arts Museum tomorrow. Why don't the two of you—"
"Morgana," Merlin tried to warn her. He was fairly certain Morgana was fully aware of his hopeless crush on Arthur, and the last thing he wanted was for Morgana to come up with her clever ideas.
"That's all right. I'm probably not going to go out. If Merlin needs company, I'm sure he can ring up Gwaine."
Arthur walked out of the room before Morgana did as both Merlin and Morgana were standing there looking stunned. At least Morgana looked stunned, and Merlin thought she looked the way he'd felt. Bloody hell, what was his deal with that comment?
Morgana immediately turned to Merlin and asked, "What did you do?"
"Me? Why did I have to do something?"
"He's never like this around you. The idea of not going out to a pub—"
"It's not like he can convince me to give him a blow job in the toilet—"
"Seriously, Merlin. You are just so stupid."
"Morgana, what are you talking about?"
"Go to him. Whatever you did, tell him you're sorry." Morgana crossed her arms and glared at Merlin.
"I don't even know—"
"Just go, Merlin," she said, and left the room as well.