octane x reader

A/N

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Part of this chapter is inspired by a prompt given by Crazykittyxox

Thank you for waiting, 

-octavioosilvaa

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I walk steadily down the long, dark corridor of the Apex headquarters. It's only been days since being hired, and I've already made a huge mistake by participating in an apex game, although it was unintentional.

The hallways are faintly lit up along the floor, just enough to see where I am going. The sun has set a long time ago.

It's time to face the consequences. The higher people want to talk to me.

I near the door where an administrative member awaits me on the other side. My hand reaches out to the doorknob when I think I hear scattered footsteps behind me, but they immediately stop as I jerk my head around.

"Huh."

That's a bit freaky. It's a late time in the evening - all of the legends were at the bar, partying.

I turn back to the door and take a deep breath. The door doesn't budge. 

"What the hell-"

Pushing the door constantly, I'm starting to panic. I start to punch and kick the door.

"Ahem. Miss Y/LN? Pull the door?"

I hear someone call from the other side. I don't need a mirror to know that my face is growing very red - I feel like a tomato.

The room is quite small. It shouldn't even be considered a room - it's just a small office. The windows take most of the wall, looming over the apex plaza. What a lovely place to work in.

On the large black leather chair, there is a man with a beautifully styled head of brunette hair, smiling as he sees me come in. His nameplate reads Jacob Young.

"Good to see you, Ms. Y/LN. My name is Jacob Young, I am the chief director of the games. Take a seat."

He stands up to offer me his hand.

I nervously shake it and slowly poise myself on the chair across from his shiny, polished desk. 

"Let's cut to the chase. You've violated your contract on the first day of work, participated in the games, and registered yourself in the database."

My face grows even warmer than it was before. I'm probably going to get fired. Right here, right now. I don't say anything; instead, I just stare at his face blankly. Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to be all that angry.

"You also proved your competence by finishing set up an hour early. Yesterday's game was spectated by a few sponsors and government officials to monitor what needed funding. Many people watched you."

Can this get any worse? Just fire me already. I get it, CEO's and other super important people saw me break rules. You've probably already decided on not taking me as a legend.

"Listen, I genuinely apologize for my actions. I wasn't diligent with my time and I am prepared to take the consequences."

"Yes, this is more than enough cause for firing, as your text message should've said yesterday. As bad as this situation seems, it also means that all of us watched you win."