"Can you press the eleventh for me? Hello... Hello?" Will had been staring at one of the elevator's walls as he had been thinking about what to expect that day. Then he felt a hard poke in his ribs that woke him up. "What?" He blinked several times and looked down at a somewhat old lady who seemed to be judging him and his lack of attention. "Eleventh floor." He repeated and nodded at the buttons. The woman shook her head when he finally pressed it for her. He then looked up to where it showed the floor. He was at the ninth. He wasn't quite sure what made his mind trail of. No, correction. He knew exactly what it was that made him this distracted. New job. New job, new expectations, new chances, new everything and he was looking forward to it. "You're not going to make it far if you're like this all the time." The woman muttered in pure annoyance. "You're not going to make it far if you keep being this negative." Will replied before actually thinking about it. Enemy no. 1, check. The elder woman had huffed loudly and seemed highly offended by his remark. Will wasn't sure whether to be ashamed or be proud of himself. As long as his boss wouldn't find out what he said on his first day he was completely fine. 

When he got to the hallway, which would soon become familiar, he took in a deep breath. It pleased him to know that this was where he'd work from now on. When he got to his new place of work, the desk, he looked down at a small leather bound binder. He sat himself down and made himself comfortable before he took a better look at the binder. "How to handle the President?" He read out loud with a growing frown on his face. Then he softly pulled at his hair as he opened the binder. He blinked somewhat surprised at the pictures and rules that were noted on paper. As he read the sentences; Do not baby the president. No matter what. He had hooked his finger in one of the three rings of the binder. He eyed the puppy picture below and rubbed his neck. "Alright.. I can manage that." He muttered softly to himself as he turned the page. The second picture made him chuckle softly, but he hid his grin behind his hand. Check. Don't walk in when you thumping. Reminding him of things wouldn't be much of a problem either. Next one wouldn't be much of a problem either. He didn't even want to know what would happen when he'd leave him alone in the train as he took a good look at the picture. six and seven, check. With the eighth he paused for a moment. That was right. He was Japanese. Softly he chewed on his lips and stared at the picture for a while. That was going to be fun. Sort of check. He turned the pages again. Yelling, great. He just had to keep himself from yelling back. He was a cougar when it came to defending himself. So he had to make sure not to snap back at him. The chocolate rule made him pause again. Did that mean he couldn't have chocolate either? That would be horrible. He adored chocolate. He couldn't not eat chocolate for an entire day. It would just be unfair if he'd eat chocolate and not give it to the president. He let out a deep sigh. No chocolate for the both of them it seemed. Then he was wished success. Last but not least there were some empty maps telling him that he could add some things for himself if he needed to. [i]Thanks, Sylus[/i] 

He then closed the map again and shoved it to the side of his desk so it was always close. His bag got located against the side of his desk and he himself was nice and comfortable on his chair. He looked on his watch for a moment before he stretched himself and took a better look around him. This was something he could get used to he assured himself with a nod. 

Will's eyes were drawn to the doors to the president's office. He wondered whether he should introduce himself or whether he had to wait. He heard no crashing of lamps, chairs or any other crashable things. That meant it should be safe now, right? He sat there for a little longer in his, far too comfortable, chair as he stared at the doors. Should he wait or should he knock and introduce himself? And if he'd knock should he wait for a reply or should he carefully open the door? He made his choices and decided to knock, carefully open the door, apologize for his entrance and introduce himself. Yes, that sounded about right. 

So he pushed the chair back and got up. His hand ran along the side of the desk as he walked around it and towards the door. He wondered whether this was a good idea. Oh f' it. He knocked on the door, waited for about three seconds and then carefully pushed it open. He found himself looking around at the office for a little while before his eyes fell upon the man at the coffee machine. Will froze. Hadn't this been the man that had freaked out over some sort of ball and glass? He looked over at one of the walls that was entirely out of glass. Yes, this was most definitely him. He wasn't sure what to think, but decided to tell himself not to judge him. Will cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to make my entrance this rude. My name is Will Barnett and I'm your new assistant." He was still standing in the doorway as he smiled at the, surprisingly, tall man. Or maybe he was just short. He wasn't sure. Or maybe it was both. Maybe he was short and Mr Takashi was just tall, which made him look even taller and made Will look more and more like a midget, no offence. Will wasn't sure why he spent so much time thinking of their lengths. He just did. He was sure that, if he had been standing right in front of him, he would've had to look up and most likely get a sore neck or something in that direction. The man was impressive. Let's just keep it at that.