#ceo! Noah

[lolitasangel]

Maid Reader x Ceo Noah thoughts

summary- You are a maid for Noah, a stoic, quiet, ceo who later falls in love with you.

word count-678

TW-mentions of sex but not explicit. (If you feel anything should be added please let me know!

AN- This is apart of a little thought I had last night and really wanted to write it, please like and reblog <3

The first time you had arrived at the house you were a little intimated. You were a little nervous at the thought of having to help look later such a big house. You would later find yourself relieved to find it was just one person living alone.  

Walking into the house and seeing the large living room, kitchen, the different rooms, etc. was surreal. You have been too nice homes before but never this big or nice, or expensive. The thought of having to touch anything exquisite made you a little anxious.  

The first time you and Noah spoke it was very one sided, quick and short. " Laundry, dishes, the usual cleaning, you won't be expected to clean every day, but you will be needed for other things." 

You were first a little nervous about moving into a big house alone although the longer you stayed the longer you realized you would spend most of the day alone.  

Noah would wake up at 6am on the dot every morning and leave until he would come back much later. Coming home to no dishes to be done, laundry done, living room reset was everything Noah needed.  

The last thing Noah wanted to do when he got home was any house chores, which is why he hired you, he did not expect someone so beautiful though.  

Noah would not make you wear a maid dress as that would be ridiculous but as of now, he wouldn't mind seeing you bent over with your skirt lifting.  

You would spend half of your day cleaning or picking up anything out of place or any anything Noah may have tossed to the side such as his jacket, shoes, jewelry that he would toss onto the coffee table.  

You did not like being in his room, scared to break something or misplace something else, you were always quick to be in and out when it came to his room. There was not much clean to, Noah never left a mess and always cleaned up after himself. You would spend most of the day reading until he would get home. 

The longer you lived with him the more you learned he was very on top of what was happening at work, always reading papers, emailing people, phone calls, etc. There would be nights where you would wake up from Noah pacing the house talking on the phone. Sometimes you would see him others you would not see him for days.

The first time you had dinner together was very quiet and awkward. Noah was nice and tried to make small talk with you, but it always went nowhere.  

Occasionally he would stay home and lock himself away in his office to focus on work. He would also call upon you to bring him anything he might need; you didn't mind as there was never much for you to do. 

Overtime as you and Noah get closer which later than leads to you fucking, he can't keep his hands of you. Every weekend now instead of spending it at the office he's spent trying to pull you into bed with him.  

After you and Noah start to deepen your relationship, he has you move your things into his room, wanting you as close as possible. HE JUST WANTS TO START AND END HIS DAY WITH YOUR WHATS WRONG WITH THAT.  

You loved seeing him in a suit anytime he had to go to a meeting, you loved tying his tie and giving him a kiss when you finished. Always wishing him good luck. You were both still a little nervous around each other, but you were excited non the less. 

Although he is still a little stoic and quiet he speaks in his actions. You need medicine, here it is, you want ice cream, what kind do you want, the driver can pick some up. Whatever you need he will get for you. You feel a little sad, Noah has his arms open wide for you to crawl into and sleep for the time being. 

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Taglist- @fadingintothegrey

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

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[alphaclxwn]

BONK!

[starsomens]

CEO! Noah who takes great care of his pregnant wife and his son who is on the way, He does everything and dedicates himself to everything that relates to you, his beloved wife and his son who is on the way make him want to be a better person and provide everything for them

AH ! MIXING MY CURRENT FAVE WITH MY USUAL FAVE????? Ugh gonna end me

“Sir-“ his reception speaker went off

“Not now. I don’t want to see anyone”

“I understand sir but your wife is on her way up,”

Noah’s having a super shitty day. Not only did one of his important clients make an appearance today, and no one was ready. He also had a very bitchy client who keeps backing out and coming back into a business deal and it was getting on his last nerve.

Just thinking about it made his head throb

Just then there’s a knock at the and you open right after. Your form coming into view as you walk over with your 7 month bump

He could just feel the stresses of the day fade away. His head becoming light if his problems and his body relaxes and a smile grows on his face the closer you get.

He stands up and hugs you gently with a kiss to your lips and you’re head

“You know I love when you come visit, but I don’t want you walking so much!”

There he goes! Using his business voice with you to keep you on bed rest.

“Noah, you know I get bored at home!”

“But that’s why I bought you so many clothes! To start putting outfit together, I got you those new shoes so you’d be comfortable. And where’s the coat I got you it’s freezing out there!”

He may be a bit protective

“It’s only 60° hon,”

“That’s too cold for you guys,”

You cup his face with your hands and bring him down for a kiss. His hands instinctively rest on your bump and caress it softly

“Noah, you’re stressed as it is here at work. Please, take a step back. We’re fine,”

“I……I know but. All this can go to hell, I’m just worried about you and them….”

It was true Noah puts in over time even if he’s the CEO! He wants to make sure you and your baby were set, worry for nothing and overall just happy and safe and healthy He’s bought everything needed, the nursery is set, he even has preschools selected for when the time comes. He even cleared out the extra office off to the side of his own in case if he had to bring your son with him to work

He was ready….maybe overly ready

But he’s worked all this way and time for him…then he married you, then you announced you were pregnant and his world flipped on its axis in the best way possible

Now everyday he comes into work dreading what he would have to deal with, he looks at thew sonogram on his desk and knows that his role as your husband and father of your baby he MUST do more.

suddenly his phone rings and he rolls his eyes as he sits to answer it

"Noah Sebastian speaking...." he motions at you to come over and you know exactly what he was wanting. You go and sit in his lap while his hand tapped and caressed your bump "Sure....10% like we discussed...perfect. See then,"

"something good?"

"finally closed the deal, looks like he gave me good luck," he kisses your head giving credit to your son for the good fortune that he had received.

[eureka-its-zico]

Residuals

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: You and Robby spent seven long years together until the day it ended. You’ve done your best to create space; to become invisible. You can’t miss what you don’t see. Unfortunately, the universe (Gloria and the Board of Directors) seemed to have missed the memo.

Pairing: Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Reader

Genre: Established previous relationship, slight age gap (by about 15 years give or take), a little bit of tension mixed in with a little bit of hate yearning, cause she’s a saucy angsty fic ok

A/N: So, I kept telling myself I wasn’t going to do this, but honestly, I’m such a sl*t for Noah Wyle and older men. I also kept running into there being just hardly any fics in general for this amazing show and so…here I am. Attempting to create my version with an OC that does have a last name (it's for the doctor purposes but also I hate that whole y/n, y/l/n stuff, ok? It just throws my ass off and throws me out of a story) and follows along with the episodes of the show. Idk how this will go or be received but I’m here wrecking myself. Much Love

Shout out to @viridian-dagger for looking this over for me and hyping me up when I feel like my shit is trash. I Love you. Also, thanks to @strangergraphics for the cute little divider.

Word Count: 3259

Next I

7:00 AM

“No, absolutely not. Ask someone else.”

The break room was the perfect place for Gloria’s early morning ambush. You’d barely pushed in the numbers on the keypad, the door swinging open when your gaze homed in on her position leaning against the small kitchenette. The words blurted out from a place deeply seeded in not being ready for her or the administration's early morning bullshit. You hadn’t even got to enjoy your coffee yet. 

You’d turned on your heel and raced back out the door in what could’ve been record time. Your hand tried to steady the sloshing of your coffee as you could feel Gloria hot on your heels. 

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask, Dr. Fullerton.”

“You’re right - I don’t. However, seeing you this early, Gloria is not a good omen for starting my day.”

There was nowhere in the entire trauma center that you could go to get away from her and, knowing Gloria, she wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Realistically, you understood that Gloria was just another cog in the corporate machine. She rode your ass - and every other medical professional in the system from doctors during residency to technicians and CNAs - because it’s what the big bad CEOs demanded. The hospital functioned on efficiency facilitated by money and if too many bad Yelp reviews arrived it systematically hurt numbers. Bad numbers equaled a bad flow of funds. 

Gloria no doubt listened to her bosses during an early morning meeting where they rattled off complaint after complaint that dealt with a showcase of data and numbers. Both, of which, the board constantly claimed, showed the true efficiency of the hospital - not the life-saving measures taken to keep people alive. No doubt its main focus rested on the emergency department downstairs, because, once again, Yelp reviews of massive wait times and poor satisfaction scores outweighed the expertise of attending doctors. 

You didn’t envy Gloria’s position of being hated for being said cog in the corporate machine. Her job focused on relaying the demands from the top. Gloria was forever the bad guy to staff whenever they noticed her no-nonsense demeanor coming towards them. It was hard to be sympathetic to her plight when she followed you around like a bloodhound. The woman was relentless.

“The board would like to see if applying additional support down in the emergency department would help alleviate time issues that are keeping patient satisfaction at a tremendous low.” 

Absolutely not. 

You would rather chew your arm off than be sent down there. Your retreat came to a halt as you turned to face her. There weren't too many places inside the hospital you could go, and you were willing to bet Gloria was willing to follow you anywhere until you conceded. Plus, you came to a full stop in front of the elevator, and no matter how much you’d like to magically teleport yourself inside of it, unfortunately, you were mortal and would just have to wait.

Gloria’s hands were interlocked in front of her middle - eyes drilling miniature holes in you that not that long ago used to make you squirm. That was back when you were just starting your internship - eager back then to make a great first impression. Terrified of being reprimanded for making an unpopular decision or speaking your mind. 

“Gloria, I’m in family medicine.”

“Last time I checked you started in the emergency department and helped out in intensive care.”

“Yes, great memory, Gloria. If you also recall, I moved to family medicine where I’ve been for the last couple of years.”

The transfer to family medicine was a hard pill to swallow. You’d grown accustomed to the craziness of the ER. The constant adrenaline rush that required you to always bring your A game. Where the anxiety was at an all-time maxed-out high where a simple mistake cost lives but a quick deduction could save them. Once you’d moved upstairs to help out Dr. Nave’s family practice, it’d been a huge adjustment. Eventually, once your body got used to the monotony of the days, you found you were finally able to sleep. To be semi-normal. 

There was no denying, however, that you left something important behind in The Pitt. Something you hoped you could leave there inside its sterile rooms and the overwhelming storm of emotions.  

“I’m not asking you to go back down there to answer every trauma call. I’m asking you to take your family medicine knowledge downstairs to help assess triage for minor issues -“

“You mean people who come in for chest colds,” you interrupted. 

“ - and help the senior doctors clear out these cases so they can focus on more immediate health care concerns.”

Gloria’s words crushed your small outburst and bore down on your shoulders, keeping you from trying to move away. Her hands were now connected at her elbows, which was her silent way of informing you she didn’t appreciate you trying to talk over her. That no would never be an acceptable answer. 

You felt the drag of your teeth against your cheek. The temptation to bite down to relieve your growing irritation was overwhelming but futile. No matter what argument you came up with, you knew Gloria was here to make sure what the board requested was done. 

Instead of bloodshed, you eased your frustration out inch by inch through your nose. Your eyes scanned over the shitty egg wash walls while you debated all of your available options, which were a big fat none. 

“How long?”

Gloria didn’t need clarification on what you were asking. The way she practically preened like a peacock let you know she knew she’d won. 

“As long as the board requires it.”

“I’ll do it just for today,” you interjected, ignoring her raised brow. “Today you can see if pulling me from Nave’s floor makes your charts or numbers move or whatever data it is you all look at. If it does nothing, today is my first and last day going down.”

Gloria considered your counterargument. The sharpness in her eyes brightened; the terms of this new agreement were revised without you knowing the new verbiage. The only thing you were sure of was that you could count on this small verbal agreement being drawn out in document form for you to sign later.  

“Alright, Dr. Fullerton. You’ve got a deal. I’m sure the board will agree. Now come on. If we walk down fast enough maybe, you’ll make it in time for shift change.”

She didn’t wait to see if you were going to follow. Why would she when Gloria knew very well you weren’t going to fight it, especially when the main reason for your denial currently wouldn’t be working today. 

Anniversaries were never really Robby’s thing.

You would never admit it, but your anxiety was fifteen feet away from grabbing you in a chokehold. 

Get a fucking grip.

It had been two years since you left the ER. Two years since Robby and you had called time on seven years together. Seven years of memories filled with all the good and bad, co-parenting Jake, and keeping your relationship secret until it wasn’t. The early years of walking to work together with quick kisses goodbye before you split up just before you turned onto the final street to the hospital. The both of you choose different entrances each time to try and not raise suspicion. 

It took Dana four days to figure out the two of you were together.

Dana was perceptive like that. Hell, she’d been the angel on your shoulder whispering hints that Robby just might like you as much as you liked him. 

“I told him to ask you out to dinner. He thinks you’ll say no.” “If he did ask, I should say no,” you countered.  Your eyes struggle to stay trained on the chart in front of you.  “Yeah, but I know you’ll say yes.” “And what makes you so sure about that, Dana?” “Because if you don’t stop giving each other googly eyes from across my nursing station I’m going to throttle you both.”

Robby had only been divorced from his wife for less than a year. You’d overheard snippets of conversations between Robby and Abbot, Dana, or Adamson about custody battles and visitations. The last thing you wanted to do was be a possible added stress to an already stressful situation. At least, that was the bullshit you kept telling yourself to try and stay away.

But Dana was right (she usually was, but you’d never tell her that). 

You couldn’t pinpoint a specific time when things started to change between the two of you. The coffee breaks on the roof looking out over the top of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. The jokes that caused smiles to crest over his face, rivaled the glow from the sun's early morning rays. He told you later, in the med closet, how the sound of your laughter was something he looked forward to hearing; the warmth of it was enough to keep helping him make it through his shift. A sound he began to crave in the quiet corners of his home. You could still remember the phone calls and early texts. The caution and heavy breaths that harbored a desire that longed to reach out and consume the other. The two of you were equally afraid to be the one to take that first step over the bounds of professionalism. 

The two of you knew the dangers of playing with lingering touches and knowing glances. The way you both acted like you wouldn’t ultimately end up burned. You could still recall the way he’d traced his thumb across your lips. The possessive way his eyes followed the motion made the desire for him to close that space, to claim you, to take you, threatened to make you lose all self-control.

Eventually, you stopped listening to the warning signs of all the what ifs; of being the intern and worrying about how it would make you look. When Robby asked you out on that date you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

You didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone the way you did with Robby. He was so attentive; he was thoughtful in the most pragmatic ways - packing extra scrubs in your pack. Teaching you how to fish and the differences between the lures and bait. The way he took the time to explain the objects he carved from wood and how much pressure was necessary to create the grooves and pattern. The way his voice would sound as he read to you; the soothing vibrations of his baritone the safest place you could be with his fingers in your hair.

He carved out a life that made it possible for all three of you to co-exist. His son, Jake, becomes the deepest interwoven part of your life you never realized was missing. On days Robby had him, you planned camping trips up in the mountains to hike and fish. To go on museum trips into Jake’s latest hobbies with the two of you making sure to have his game day off to cheer embarrassingly loud for him in the stands. The shared looks of pain from beside each other on the couch while Jake practiced his clarinet upstairs when he thought he wanted to be in the school band. You got lost in furniture manuals, cooking dinners that ended a few times with questionable outcomes, and attempting to bake tarts and pies that led to a one-time usage of the fire extinguisher. The euphoria of loving someone and being loved so fiercely in return made the years feel weightless, and when Robby finally proposed it made so much sense to say yes. 

And COVID happened. 

The quarantine and the endless amounts of patients that just kept coming - that felt like, no matter what you did, they couldn’t be saved. Family and friends, you both knew were ravaged by the infection. There were no answers. No medical treatments that you knew for sure would be what would save them. It didn’t discriminate and took lives without mercy. You just came to work every day, exhausted, and fighting to do what you could to heal those you could. You showed up every day for your patients.

Then Adamson passed. 

There was no denying Robby blamed himself for what occurred with his mentor. It didn’t matter what you said. What Dana, Abbot, or anyone else said. The guilt weighed down on his conscience, pressed so violently, that eventually, Robby cracked under the strain. His grief was all-encompassing and the added loss that should’ve been experienced together, was left for only you to bear - widening the gap between you until it became a chasm. 

The last time you’d seen Robby he’d been leaving to go to work. The latest fight - the endless bitter silences that stretched on - tore at the fabric of your being. Fractured pieces you didn’t know how to pick up on your own no longer felt worth fighting for. So, you decided to remove yourself from the equation. 

When Robby came home from work that night you were already gone. Your engagement ring and house key sitting on a note that asked him not to contact you. He’d made it clear enough that there was no place for you in the new person that he was becoming - made it clear that your grief would be processed alone. 

And so that was how you ended up transferring to family medicine. How you made sure to steer clear of all the places Robby was known to frequent. You ignored, as politely as you could, texts from Dana. Refused to talk about him in a work capacity or to close friends. 

The truth was that you were still in love with Robby after all this time. The idea that someone else could ever make you feel as whole - as complete - didn’t exist. So, yes, you only agreed to come back down to the emergency department, where it all started, because you comfortably knew he wouldn’t be here. Dana, you could deal with her by using a little recon - you just needed to stay two steps ahead of her. Langdon was easier to deal with because his loyalty to Robby was absolute, which made you public enemy number one. For you, that meant he’d stay away from you on principle. 

You were in the middle of shoving down the growing dread that was threatening to spill out of you when you came around the north hall triage. It was morning rounds. It was the attending's job to give the early morning pep-talk, debrief about patients who came in last shift, and go over the board. What you found waiting for you was what looked very much like a fresh batch of interns and/or med students taking instructions from a doctor you knew painfully well. One that made you question if it was too late to back out and turn tail and run. 

“Oh, shit.” Dana huffed the words under her breath, but Robby caught them. The way each one dripped in a warning he should’ve heeded. “Gloria -” 

It didn’t surprise him to hear she was here. He’d been warned by Dana but what Robby hadn’t expected was to see you - you - standing beside her. 

You who he thought completely disappeared to the point you’d quit the hospital. You, who he thought of in the most inconvenient of times, who haunted him, and you who he wanted to fucking scream and curse at you but also ask how the fuck you’re doing because Jesus Christ…

He didn’t need this shit today.

At least you had the decency to look as uncomfortable as he felt.

“Good morning, Dr. Robby. I’m aware you and most of your emergency department know Dr. Fullerton. She used to work down here previously a few years back.”

“You could say that again,” Langdon muttered.

“I’m sorry why are you bringing a random fucking doctor down into The Pitt?”

The annoyance contrasted with the peaceful professionalism Gloria tried to hold together. But if she was going to bring random doctors down here, God, bring you fucking down here, he was damn sure going to make her work for it. Inch by irritating inch.

“We both know that Dr. Fullerton is not a hospital resident or an attending transfer. As previously stated, she worked down here in this very ED, with you no less. She also holds one of the highest Press Ganey scores in this hospital.”

“I’m sure she’s very proud,” his words ground out like he’d swallowed gravel.

Gloria shot him a warning look as she continued, “-Something I figure she could teach the new students and old physicians here. I’m bringing her down to assist Dr. McKay today in triage.”

“Let me guess - this either has to deal with the hospital's numbers or lack of working bodies down here. Am I right?”

“What a fantastic guess, Robby. It does indeed have to do with the hospitals' numbers and poor patient output. Based on those numbers alone today, if it shows Dr. Fullerton’s presence helps patient satisfaction go up and wait times decrease - even in the slightest - she’ll be staying here. Permanently.”

His jaw ticked violently. He wanted to bristle and tell her where to stick her metrics and numbers. To tell Gloria to get you the fuck out of his Pitt. Somewhere in his brain, his common sense slowly won out. It didn’t matter how much of a fit he threw; Gloria had every intention of making you stay. Down here. With him. 

Robby also knew, realistically, that the chances of you driving up productivity were high. You were a damn good doctor. One of the best. Adamson had made sure. Christ, Robby himself made sure. Fuck. The edges of his vision were beginning to tighten in glaring white; he needed to get away before he succumbed to a panic attack. 

He should’ve kept looking away, but he was fighting a losing battle trying to keep his eyes away from you. It’d been nearly two years since he came home to find you gone. Two years for him to think of the hundreds of thousands of questions that he would demand for you to answer if he ever saw you again. All those months of burying it all down, telling himself he got what he wanted, only for it to be dredged up, and on a day like today, he was already close to his breaking point.

You looked good. Great, even. Just as gorgeous as the first day he’d met you and begrudgingly, for a split second, he wondered how you saw him. If you were equally as fucked as he was.

“Make sure she stays with you up in triage, Dr. McKay. I don’t want to see her in my red zone.”

He didn’t wait to hear confirmation from Gloria or McKay. He didn’t bother to see if you understood he meant every word he said. You had no place down here. Robby needed to start his shift - to start the normalcy of seeing patients - before he completely forgot why he chose to come into work today. 

He needed to get away before all his resolve shattered. The easiest way to keep himself whole was to begin his day. To do his rounds and when he passed you, he did his best to pretend you didn’t even exist.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoyed it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Much love.

[saywhat-politics]

Jan. 27, 2025, 1:00 PM MST

By Laura Strickler

A group of Quaker congregations is suing the Department of Homeland Security for changing a policy that prevented Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents from carrying out operations in so-called “sensitive locations” such as houses of worship, playgrounds, schools and hospitals without approval from supervisors.

The policy, which had been in place under multiple administrations — including during President Donald Trump’s first term — was rescinded last week.

The lawsuit, which was filed in federal district court in Maryland on Monday, alleges, “The very threat of that [immigration] enforcement deters congregants from attending services, especially members of immigrant communities,” and argues that attending religious services is at the heart of the “guarantee of religious liberty.”

Faith leaders, local officials and educators have objected to the policy reversal and have been vocal about their opposition, but the suit appears to be the first from a faith-based organization challenging the change in court.

“A week ago today, President Trump swore an oath to defend the Constitution and yet today religious institutions that have existed since the 1600s in our country are having to go to court to challenge what is a violation of every individual’s constitutional right to worship and associate freely,” said Skye Perryman, president and CEO of Democracy Forward, which is providing the lawyers representing the Quaker groups.

Perryman said the lawsuit addresses more than churches that act as sanctuaries. “The troubling nature of the policy goes beyond just houses of worship with sanctuary programs — it is that ICE could enter religious and sacred spaces whenever it wants,” she said.

Noah Merrill, secretary of the New England Yearly Meeting of Friends, one of the plaintiffs in the suit, told NBC News in an email: "Quaker meetings for worship seek to be a sanctuary and a refuge for all, and this new and invasive practice tangibly erodes that possibility by creating unnecessary anxiety, confusion, and chilling of our members’ and neighbors’ willingness to share with us in the worship which sustains our lives. This undermines our communities and, we believe, violates our religious freedom."

According to the lawsuit, the policy that protected “sensitive locations” from immigration enforcement without prior approval dates back to the early 1990s. It was meant to allow undocumented people to operate freely in certain public areas with the idea that doing so would ultimately benefit not just them, but also the larger community — for example, by allowing children to be in school during the day, and letting sick people visit hospitals without fear of deportation.

[milwkwyxd]

Nah I can only see Mana as the chronic coffee drinker, so she took it upon herself to sit there and stare at Neo smirkily while she brings her books there to study to annoy him while he works XD

every coffee shop au is a masterpiece. fight me.

[bluwavez]

His father always said that he thought with his heart, never his brain. The night of December 31st, 2024 was no different.

"Yeah, I'm walking fast as fuck because I'm pissed as fuck! Damn!" Noah snaps at his phone, looking at the screen like the commenter is stupid. Noah adjusted his airpods, shaking his head with a huff.

"I'm frustrated. Like, I'm mad frustrated right now. So frustrated I can't even speak Korean, like, someone is going to have to translate this--Don't translate this because the last thing I need right now is K-Sirens on my ass, holy shit." He keeps walking, not sure where he's going, but Busan's streets seem empty at this hour. It's nearly two in the morning, of course, they're empty.

It's a Wednesday.

Noah reads twenty of the same comments, asking the same question of what happened, nodding at his phone with pursed lips.

"I'll tell you what happened-Let me tell you, my shit got stolen. Again. Again!" He shouts the last word before taking a breath to try to collect himself. Arguably, he doesn't try hard. He's always found comfort in rage, treating yelling or raising his voice like a warm blanket. He's talking fast, words spewing out of him quicker than he thinks them— If he even thinks them. He swears he's on autopilot right now, shouting at his phone for thousands to see.

"Somebody Else, yes the song on Finn's album, is my beat. I made that fucking beat and I wasn't credited for it just like I made The Rizz–Wrote that shit too! Produced, composed, and wrote it. That was my fucking song through and through and I was never credited for it. He just took it and he did again! I'm so fucking mad like-" His eyes widen as he looks at the camera again, bewildered at these circumstances. Noah can't help but scoff and shrug his broad shoulders. He's still walking. The street lamps whizz above him at the speed he's going.

Noah scoffs, shaking his head and making his hair fall in his eyes. He stops walking abruptly to put a flat palm up to the camera to silently tell the viewers to shut up.

"Finn literally is not stupid. He is not dumb. He can play a dumb bitch boy for the camera all he wants, but he's not stupid and knew those songs were my songs," Noah rants, pointing to himself. Puffs of cold air are seen as he rants.

"Because I'm tired," Noah barks back, tossing a threatening finger at the camera, "I'm tired of his bullshit. He's a snake, and everyone loves him because he's 'cute' and 'precious'. Yeah, precious at stealing my work!"

Noah stops suddenly, eyes wide as he bends over to catch his breath. The night air cuts through his thin jacket, chilling him to the bone. But he doesn't stop, can't stop, because rage is fueling him more than any caffeine could. He straightens up again, pointing an accusing finger at the camera.

He doesn’t say anything with that, just pointing a finger at the camera with a scowl before walking again. His boots crunched against the frozen sidewalk.

He halts abruptly once more, raking a hand through his hair as he struggles to stay in control of his emotions.

Noah's face contorts in anger at the mention of his father, but he quickly composes himself. "My dad," he says with a sharp edge to his voice, "is not just some billionaire CEO. He's my dad, and I love him. So shut the fuck up." His words ring out, cutting through the streets with raw emotion, making him look over his shoulder before his head snaps back towards the camera.

He glances back at the camera, eyes flashing dangerously under the lamplight. "And F-Y-I, @LOOP4CHLOE," he goes on, pointing a preemptive finger at the screen, "I've never done coke in my life unlike some of your faves so keep my name out of your fuckin’ mouth."

His pace quickens again, driven by pure adrenaline and anger. His breath comes in short puffs, fogging up the camera lens momentarily as it struggles to keep focus.

Noah snorts a laugh at that one, an incredulous smile tugging at his lips. "Focus on my music? That's all I fucking do! Every beat you hear, every lyric you sing along - that's me! That's all me!" He punches his chest for emphasis.

Suddenly he stops again and looks straight into the camera, his gaze piercing the lens. "You know what?" he begins ominously, "Finn can have it all - fame, money, fans... whatever!"

He shrugs dramatically, kicking at a discarded soda can, sending it skittering across the icy pavement. "He can have all the awards too," he continues, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "I mean, he already has my Grammy... right?"

Another ding from his phone makes him pause mid-rant. He glances down at the screen, brows furrowing as he reads aloud.

Noah's shoulders slump as he reads the comment, his anger dissipating just a fraction. "Yeah," he says softly, his voice sounding small compared to the loud rant from before. "Me too."

But the moment of vulnerability doesn't last long. He huffs out an irritated laugh, shaking his head as he looks back at the camera.

"You know what though?" He says, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Even with my beats and my lyrics, Finn's still shit. His voice isn't worth shit, and he knows it. That's why he keeps stealing my stuff, 'cause he knows he can't make it on his own."

He snorts again, that bitter laugh bursting from him as he walks down the deserted streets of Busan. "Yeah," he agrees, almost sarcastically. "I deserve better. But life isn't fair now is it?"

His phone rings then, pulling him out of his rant. He glances at the caller ID and swipes the screen to reject the call without a second thought.

"Fuck off Finn," he mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing at the screen before looking back up at the camera. "Anyway," he continues with a dramatic wave of his hand, "I'm done talking about that bitch."

He stops abruptly, turning to face the camera with an eerily calm expression on his face.

[lolitasangel]

More Noah Maid Reader x CEO Noah meeting for the first time!!

Summary- You and Noah meet for the first time. Getting used to the thought of having a maid and you getting used to the thought of being a maid. He’s a little stoic, and quiet.

Tw- none!!

Word count- 2k

Divider by @anitalenia

In the first few months of living with Noah were a little hectic, you were still getting the hang of being alone in such a big house. When you first began it wasn’t too bad, he was usually pretty clean, he normally did his laundry and dishes, leaving you with less to deal with. You would do other things obviously such as mopping, cleaning the windows, dusting, changing sheets,etc. you didn’t hate living with him.  

You were grateful that Noah did not make you wear a corny maid outfit and wear your regular clothes, you also enjoyed spending most of your free time reading and spending some time outside getting some sun.  

You liked to lay outside and think about different things like the past, future, what to eat, when you should cook. Your mind would often wonder back to Noah, your mind wondering over to the memory of how you got hired in the first place.  

Your mother had called you before and told you about a friend of a friend who was a CEO needing a maid. You were unsure at first, living in a unfamiliar house with someone you haven’t met yet. You needed to get out of your shitty apartment and your current job was not paying or treating you well. 

You decided to take up the job offer and begin to pack your things. Your mother was excited for to have a new beginning and a better place stay.  

The day you arrived all your belongings had arrived and been put away the day before for you, so all you had to do was organize how you wanted your room. Walking up the flight of stairs and knocking upon the front door. You could feel your nerves racing around your body, it was your first time doing something like this, so of course you were nervous. 

Upon the door opening you were met with a very tall man towering over you. He had brown eyes, freckles, dark brown hair and his name was “Noah, come in, I will show you around.” Noah stepped out the way, holding the door open for you to step through.  

“And your name is Y/N, yes?” you nodded your head in confirmation. 

As you walked inside of the home, looking around, taking note of the big tv sitting in front of the couch, and a couple of love seats. 

Noah walked you over to the kitchen, turning his back to face you, reaching into a cupboard for a glass.

“This is the kitchen; you can cook what you want. I expect the floors to be swept, mopped, windows whipped down, carpet vacuum…” Noah carried on about the different tasks you would be in charge of, you didn’t think it was bad, as big as the house was it was nice that Noah didn’t expect every room to be completely spotless. That would’ve been a bit of a deal breaker. Who would want to be a maid for someone who expects the impossible. 

Noah walked over to the fridge, filling a glass of water up, and placing it in your hand. You take the glass in your hands, drinking a little bit as you take it. As you looked up at Noah you took in the different details he had, his freckles sprinkled across his cheeks, his deer doe eyes, his short brown hair, his firm talk.  

You weren’t that scared of intimated, mostly nervous, you realized that Noah spent most of his days in his office home or at the actual office. He normally stayed away from you, even during dinner he would request that you bring him a plate of food.  

You were relieved that Noah was a nice boss, he didn’t tell you to do anything ridiculous, he normally asked if you could do something for him, which was funny considering you were his maid, he never demanded you do things for him. Noah would also leave some money for you every morning for you to get breakfast, lunch, dinner, etc. or whatever you needed that week.  

Noah was very stoic and quiet yes, but he was very kind. He would call you and ask if you needed him to pick anything up such as groceries, any cleaning supplies so you wouldn’t have to worry about it. You could see he was trying to be better at communicating with you. 

The first time Noah saw you upon opening the door he was not expecting to see someone so beautiful. He took notice of how you kept up with cleaning, and how you would cook for him whenever he was locked away in his office.  

Your first day being there was very easy. Noah just asked that you mopped the kitchen floor and vacuum the living room carpet. Noah gave you a tour of the house, telling you the expectations, when he would be home, when he would be gone. 

You finished up your chores and headed back up to your room. Your bed was pressed up against the wall in the corner, your nightstand next to it, your desk was sitting in front of a window, giving you a nice view of the sky and houses sprinkled around town.  

You started unpacking the rest of the boxes you had, taking your time of organizing, putting your clothes away, so concentrated you didn’t notice Noah standing in the doorway. 

The voice of someone clearing their throat caught your attention bringing you out of your thoughts. “Hi, Noah, did you need something?” You asked ���no, I just wanted to see how you were doing” Noah says, you took notice of how his tall frame almost reached the top of the door. “Oh, I’m doing good, thank you for asking.” You replied, breaking down another box you finished going through.  

“Alright, if you need anything let me know. And dinner will be done in a little bit” Noah says, pushing himself away from the frame and walking down the hall. You could hear his footsteps get fainter and fainter.  

Wondering how long until you could get some sleep. You had arrived so early, walked around a whole mansion, cleaned, you were tired. You wondered how Noah would be during dinner with you.  

You made your way down to the kitchen to join Noah for dinner. You thankfully didn’t get lost on your way back down, but you were a little worried about the rest of the house. You made your way over to him, back turned, he was cutting up some vegetables and meat. “Would you like some help?” You offer, speaking up from behind him, you had been twiddling with your fingers trying to keep them busy.  

“No, you’ve had a long day, sit down, I’ll bring you dinner” Noah states ending the conversation. You nod and make your way over to the kitchen island and taking a seat. You had sat your hands in your lap, continuing to fidget with them.  

You silently watched Noah work around the kitchen, he was quick with his hands, you took notice of how huge they were. You couldn’t help but wonder how much bigger they were than yours. Would he engulf them with his hands? Does he have a hard time reaching for the last Pringle in a Pringle’s can? Is it harder to find a pair of gloves that fit, right?  

Your thoughts were snapped out of when Noah placed a plate of food in front of you. A steak and some vegetables on the side. You didn’t expect that on the first night. It smelled incredible.  

“Thank you” you speak up again, you dove straight in. The plane ride had felt like an eternity on top of the house tour and unpacking you didn’t realize you haven’t eaten yet.

“I don’t expect all the rooms to be done in one day. I just ask the main necessities to be met. Laundry, mopping, windows. I don’t mind if you use the kitchen or living room. I would just like it all clean” Noah says firmly. You knew with how busy it was to run Bad Omens corp. that he wouldn’t have time to eat or clean as much as he would like, but that he was still a clean freak.  

You were just grateful he didn’t expect the impossible. You still had to get used to the layout of the whole house and yard. You did want to try out the pool hopefully, or even the jacuzzi. 

You did not notice the way Noah’s eyes would linger up to you. A friend of Noah’s gave him the idea of a maid. He would not have to worry about cleaning, cooking, putting laundry away, he would just have to worry about the company. What they did not tell him was that he would be struggling to function around you.  

You both sat and ate in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable, just quiet. You stood up from your seat and made your way into the kitchen. Pulling your sleeves up you started the dishes. Noah had cooked and least you could do was clean and put the dishes away.

You started the hot water and got to work, humming to yourself. You heard Noah coming up behind you, taking the dish from his hand to begin washing. “Thank you, Y/N, I will be in my office for the rest of the night. If you need anything let me know” Noah states before departing.  You nodded your head, letting him know you heard him and focused back on your task.

You finished the rest of the dishes and put them away. You made your way back into your room, throwing yourself on your bed, today was mentally exhausting, you did not want to have to call your mom to fill her in on what happened. Although you knew she would blow your phone up with phone calls, not being overbearing, you knew your mom was just curious of what today was like.  

You pulled your phone off from its charger, unlocking it to find your moms contact, and press the call button. You had spent the hour catching up with her, telling her what you did, what you must do, how the day went, etc. It didn't go bad at all. It went quit well actually. You figured it would be a lot harder or maybe he would be an asshole.

He was just quiet, and he cleaned up after himself which was nice. That was another worry you had, ‘I hope I am not cleaning after a slob’ you recall your thoughts from the previous week. Thankfully you were proven wrong and hopefully it stays that way. You liked that he wasn’t an asshole either, just reserved. You wondered how long the company was around, how he started it, you never heard of it before and you didn’t bother to check, maybe tomorrow.  

Noah was sitting in his office finishing up the remaining emails he had. He wondered what you thought of him, if you liked the house, if you didn’t like it, he was aware you were new at this, so he didn't expect much.

He knew he didn't need a maid, and he could do everything himself, but jolly would be angry if he fell asleep at the office again. Going from being at the office to than having to do housework and repeat at 6am every morning was killing him. Especially since he didn't like things out of place.  

After you had gotten off the phone with your mother you had noticed the time and realized it was a lot later than you thought it was. You grabbed your towel, and shower supplies and made your way into the bathroom. You wanted to take a hot shower and just sleep for the now. The day wasn't hard at all it just felt so exhausting from anxiety prior to meeting. You didn’t hate it though, the house was nice, Noah was nice, you just hoped that Noah didn’t turn out to be an asshole who would make you do senseless cleaning like mopping the sidewalk outside, you’ve heard horror stories online. 

You took your time during your shower, feeling the hot water run down your back and wash the day away. Letting your mind wonder free for a bit. You grabbed your shampoo and started you shower routine. Taking your time and not wanting to rush to get out. The water pressure was perfect after your long travel over to the house.  

You finished up and hopped out the shower, doing your skin care and making your way over to your bed. ‘Should I say goodnight to him? Would that be weird? Would it be weird if I didn’t? I am just his maid, but what if he needs something?’ your mind was drifting off with different questions. Before you could make up your mind you were already knocked out.  

As you laid in bed, knocked out from sleep, Noah knocked on the door, not hearing anything he peaked his head inside “Y/N?” he asks, stepping in silently, seeing you asleep in your bed. Stepping back out and closing the door behind himself “Goodnight” he mumbled under his breath and made his way back into his room.  

Opening his door and making his way over to his bed, he had a migraine and the continuous phone calls he was receiving did not help. It was nice getting to finish the day off a little earlier. Picking his head up off the pillow he buried himself into, he looked up at the clock seeing it was 12am, at this point he would still be doing chores. Switching between dishes and emails is not fun and he learned the hard way.

Rushing between finishing one email and another chore he was bound to mess something up. He was just relieved that he had jolly to help catch his work mistakes. Unfortunately, though he could not help if Noah mixed his clothes up or misplaced something in the house. Like I said, Noah likes to be organized, he doesn’t like mess ups. 

An- Hi friends, I’m so happy you enjoyed my last thought, and I hope you enjoyed this one. I’m not gonna lie I am feeling a little down, I just ended a situationship this morning and that is never fun, but I’m still gonna try my best to write another HC/thought because I really enjoy it and to take my mind off of what kind of happened. Please like and reblog 🫶🏼 have a good morning/evening/ and night! I also finished my tag list (if you would like to be removed that’s no problem just let me know!)

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[skeletonwithakeyboard]

Ya know what's something not explored enough in puppeyshipping? How they would react to each others families, especially if they're in an established relationship.

Like Joey's dad is gambling alcoholic thats implied to be physically abusive, and your telling me that Seto Kaiba; a man who had someone fired for making a "weak" water bottle. First instinct isn't to be the first openly gay married CEO so he can make sure him and Joey are covered legally??? (Idk how marriage/next of kin laws work in Japan)

Ask for Joey's mom, I think Kaiba would definitely be the "I'm only being nice cuz he's being nice" boyfriend when it comes to her. He doesn't hate her on the same level as his dad, but he doesn't like her all that much either, but he's respectful for Joey's sake.

He loves serenity tho, she's the sister he never had.

And meanwhile Joey is pissed off by kaiba's family on kaiba's behalf. While kaiba has grown to feel indifferent to his bio family there is a part of him that feels happy and validated of having someone outside of himself and mokuba being upset at his bio family. And if they were together (or had feelings for each other) during the digital arc I KNOW Joey would be an onsite hater everytime he sees gorgonzola(ifykyk) especially during him and kaiba's dual. Also the big five getting hate too, you know that whenever they bring up kaiba backstabbing them the first thing out of Joey's mouth is "y'all got played by a middle schooler.. I think that's more of a you problem then a him(kaiba) problem, yknow??"

Tho I think Joey would feel bad for Noah, at least a little, being in the digital world gotta be lonely

[malice-ov-mercy]

Thot of the night, with a little bit of angst CEO!Noah and his reader secretary who he bangs on the side, but reader is tired of it and tells him she’s resigning, so Noah takes it upon himself to convince her to stay.

I got a little carried away.

18+ below the cut.

You knew it was a bad idea from the start, but how could you have possibly resisted?? He was so polite and kind despite his position, had prettiest smile, and too attractive for his own good.

It was all too easy to let yourself be sprawled out on his desk while he made a meal of you, to be pressed against the glass in his office when the building was empty, legs and arms wrapped so tightly around while he staked claim to you with marks just below the neckline of your dress. Noah took such great care of your sexual needs, but he was unavailable in every other way. You were the piece he used when things weren’t going well in his failed relationships or when he needed an itch scratched. It didn’t bother you at first, but then it did.

You started to distance yourself, and after a few polite yet firm denials, Noah gave up. It didn’t stop his wandering eye or a brief hand on the small of your back every chance he could, but he stopped asking. Eventually, it started to become to much to even see him and to started looking at other work. Thankfully you found something rather quickly and easily.

It stings a little to see his face light up when you walk into his office. You try to match it, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes like Noah’s.

“New dress?” He says as he gestures for you to sit.

You glance down, smoothing the fabric down and nodding. Somehow his smile grew even brighter.

“It looks great.” He sat across from you. “Now, what can I help my lovely, beautiful secretary with?”

You cut straight to it. “Consider this my two weeks notice.”

Noah stares at you for a moment, too stunned to speak then chuckles.

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious.”

He stares again. “May I ask why?”

“You may,” you nod. “But it’s within my right not to tell you.”

A long silence fills the air between you. His eyes are heavy on you, intimidating, but you do your best to not let it get to you. He doesn’t get to worm his way inside you anymore.

Except, that doesn’t work for Noah. He gets up from his seat and walks to the front of his desk, right by your seat. He crosses his arms and leans against it. His eyes are cold as he squints at you, like he’s trying to see inside your mind.

“You’re unhappy here?”

“Yes.”

Noah hums. “When did these feelings start?”

Which ones?

You thought for a moment, unsure of how truthful you wanted to be. It’d been festering for a while.

“About two months ago.”

You see something click behind Noah’s eyes.

“So about when you turned cold on me.”

“Yes, well you didn’t leave me much of a choice.” You look down at your legs. “I deserve better. I don’t feel appreciated.”

Noah steps completely in front of you, crotch at eye level. You dare a glance up at him as he leans down into your space. His hands rest on the armrests of your chair and inches his face close to yours, forcing you to lean back fully. The citrus and woody notes of his cologne invade your nose. Your legs spread all too easily when he slides his knee between them.

“You’re very appreciated,” he rasps, breath hot on your lips. His eyes flick to your lips then back to your eyes. “What can I do to convince you to stay with me?”

With me, his words hang in the air over your head.

“I don’t know.” You reply. ���But you have two weeks to figure it out.”

The next work day, there’s a large bouquet waiting for you at your desk and the day after that and the day after that, each one being even more extravagant and gorgeous than the last. A note is left with every one. For every sweet thing he’s whispered in your ear, he’s not eloquent in his written words—but the gesture is nonetheless very touching, and you hate to admit it’s working.

On the last day, your desk is covered in flowers. The accompanying note has an address scribbled plus a code and time, with a request to wear that new dress. The last thing you expected was pulling up to Noah’s large and immaculate home. He even went as far as to cook an exquisite dinner and picked up a cake from your favorite bakery.

It was all too easy to fall back in your usual routine, you spread out on some kind of surface with Noah’s mouth staking its claim. A hand between your thighs, palming over your soaked, clothed center while the other pushes up your dress.

“Have I convinced you to stay with me yet?” He breathes against your neck.

You hate to admit that all his little tricks worked, but you weren’t about to let him know, at least not yet.

“Do you mean you, or the job?”

Noah pulls away from your neck and looks at, fully looks at you. It’s not like every other time; there’s a tenderness and dare you say caring glint in his impossibly dark stare.

“With me,” he says, cupping your cheek. “As mine.”

His admission catches you off guard. It’s what you’ve wanted all along, but you never thought you would actually hear him say it or ask.

The hand between your legs travels higher and stops at the waistband of your tights. He slips two fingers inside, then his entire hand. He dips into your panties—a pair you know is his favourite but he hasn’t noticed—and teases your outer lips.

“Tell me you’ll stay,” his lips brush yours, “and I’ll give you anything you want—and I mean anything.”

“I’ll stay.” You reply.

His lips curve and he presses your lips together in a slow, sensual kiss as he fingers through your slick.

[starsomens]

ceo Noah is making me foam at the mouth star WHAT DID YOU DO ?!?! MORE PLEASE

Girl me too I already love it

CEO Noah who only has eyes for you, you and you!

No CEO Noah being the man that he is has a well-known reputation that goes around, which means a lot of women know about him and once they do see his face, they are foaming at the mouth, but do they know that this man wants nothing to do with any other woman except for you

So they want to invest into their business only to walk into his office in a giant portrait of you looking down on

Attempt, and usually when they do, he denies their request for a business loan 

Whenever it comes to business designs and colors, he calls you for approvals and suggestions. Listen to them when he has you???? M he could be having the worst day at the office and all it will take is for you to walk in with that pretty smile of yours and his day just feels so much better

Man is literally stressing anyone that comes to his office. He tells him to just get out but as soon as he sees your head pop in 

Like I said when it comes to you, this man is a big baby. He talks to you in a baby boy even though he’s this very 6’3 CEO that’s basically a Doberman in human form. But then he gets all bright and bushy tails once you appear.

Literally buys you everything and anything you want and that includes anything that you just look at or pick up out of interest and put it back.

He does pay attention to things like your shoes and your make up so whenever they start to run low or wear out, he replaces them without telling you and you been a lot longer than you anticipated.

Did you ever have to make any speeches that event that he has to the first person he always thinks is you because you’re literally his motivation and reason as a CEO and stay in business and perform to 100%.

He has had cases where his employees try to hit on you and knowing that you’re his wife. Two things happen, either they get fired within the hour or they get a load of work then no one wants to touch and has put a side for months.

You may be his wife and they may all understand that you’re his but sometimes he needs to remind them that is your presence because he worked and still works to be a man worthy of you

Many of his foundations and any kind of charities or organizations that he has created or named after you or named after a pet name he has given you

Every month he does donate to charity of your choice. And he asked you how much you want to donate.

It may be his business and his work that he started from the ground up. But at the end of the day, you’re the whole reason he keeps going.

[bloomingkyras]

Cleo just stare at her patiently, without meowing or move. maybe they are doing internal conversation 😆

transcript under the cut:

Giselle: Van ere..Gigi sad,Ceo.

(Evan's already here..Gigi sad, Cleo.)

Giselle: Ceo, happy? van took toy way..Gigi no share.

(Cleo,happy?) *she ask if cleo happy that Evan had born.

(Evan will took toy away. Gigi don't want to share)

Giselle: [giggles] Ok..Gigi share..

*not sure what make her change her mind to share her toys with Evan.

(Noah came from outsite and ask who's she talking to)

Noah: Giselle..who are u talking to?

Giselle: Ceo,Papa.

( Cleo,papa.)

*Ci'o not CEO

if Cleo can talk maybe she's gonna said " u are too dramatic about that, Miss Gigi." 😂

[mariacallous]

Centibillionaire Elon Musk’s takeover of the former US Digital Service—now the United States DOGE Service—has been widely publicized and sanctioned by one of President Donald Trump’s many executive orders. But WIRED reporting shows that Musk’s influence extends even further, and into an even more consequential government agency.

Sources within the federal government tell WIRED that the highest ranks of the Office of Personnel Management (OPM)—essentially the human resources function for the entire federal government—are now controlled by people with connections to Musk and to the tech industry. Among them is a person who, according to an online résumé, was set to start college last fall.

Scott Kupor, a managing partner at the powerful investment firm Andreessen Horowitz, stands as Trump’s nominee to run the OPM. But already in place, according to sources, are a variety of people who seem ready to carry out Musk’s mission of cutting staff and disrupting the government.

Amanda Scales is, as has been reported, the new chief of staff at the OPM. She formerly worked in talent for xAI, Musk’s artificial intelligence company, according to her LinkedIn. Before that, she was part of the talent and operations team at Human Capital, a venture firm with investments in the defense tech startup Anduril and the political betting platform Kalshi; before that, she worked for years at Uber. Her placement in this key role, experts believe, seems part of a broader pattern of the traditionally apolitical OPM being converted to use as a political tool.

“I don't think it's alarmist to say there's a much more sophisticated plan to monitor and enforce loyalty than there was in the first term,” says Don Moynihan, a professor of public policy at the University of Michigan.

Got a Tip?

Are you a current or former employee with the Office of Personnel Management or another government agency impacted by Elon Musk? We’d like to hear from you. Using a nonwork phone or computer, contact Vittoria Elliott at vittoria_elliott@wired.com or securely at velliott88.18 on Signal.

Sources say that Riccardo Biasini, formerly an engineer at Tesla and most recently director of operations for the Las Vegas Loop at the Boring Company, Musk’s tunnel-building operation, is also at the OPM as a senior adviser to the director. (Steve Davis, the CEO of the Boring Company, is rumored to be advising Musk on cuts to be made via DOGE and was integral in Musk’s gutting of Twitter, now X, after his takeover of the company in 2022.)

According to the same sources, other people at the top of the new OPM food chain include two people with apparent software engineering backgrounds, whom WIRED is not naming because of their ages. One, a senior adviser to the director, is a 21-year-old whose online résumé touts his work for Palantir, the government contractor and analytics firm cofounded by billionaire Peter Thiel, who is its chair. (The former CEO of PayPal and a longtime Musk associate, Thiel is a Trump supporter who helped bankroll the 2022 Senate campaign of his protégé, Vice President JD Vance.) The other, who reports directly to Scales, graduated from high school in 2024, according to a mirrored copy of an online résumé and his high school’s student magazine; he lists jobs as a camp counselor and a bicycle mechanic among his professional experiences, as well as a summer role at Neuralink, Musk’s brain-computer interface company.

Among the new highers-up at the OPM is Noah Peters, an attorney whose LinkedIn boasts of his work in litigation representing the National Rifle Association and who has written for right-wing outlets like the Daily Caller and the Federalist; he is also now a senior adviser to the director. According to metadata associated with a file on the OPM website, Peters authored a January 27 memo that went out under acting OPM director Charles Ezell’s name describing how the department would be implementing one of Trump’s executive orders, “Restoring Accountability to Policy-Influencing Positions Within the Federal Workforce.” This has to do with what’s sometimes known as Schedule F—a plan to recategorize many civil service jobs as political appointees, meaning they would be tied to the specific agenda of an administration rather than viewed as career government workers. The order would essentially allow for certain career civil servants to be removed in favor of Trump loyalists by classifying them as political appointees, a key part of the Project 2025 plan for remaking the government.

“I think on the tech side, the concern is potentially the use of AI to try and engage in large-scale searches of people's job descriptions to try and identify who would be identified for Schedule F reclassification,” says Moynihan.

Other top political appointees include McLaurine Pinover, a former communications director for Republican congressman Joe Wilson and deputy communications director for Republican congressman Michael McCaul, and Joanna Wischer, a Trump campaign speechwriter.

“OPM is not a very politicized organization,” says Steven Kelman, a professor emeritus at Harvard’s John F. Kennedy School of Government. “My guess is that typically, in the past, there have been only one or maybe two political appointees in all of OPM. All the rest are career. So this seems like a very political heavy presence in an organization that is not very political.”

Another OPM memo, concerning the government’s new return-to-office mandate, appears, according to metadata, also to have been authored by someone other than Ezell: James Sherk, previously at the America First Policy Institute and author of an op-ed advocating for the president to be able to fire bureaucrats. Formerly a special assistant to the president during Trump’s first term, he is now a part of the White House Domestic Policy Council.

The return-to-office policy, according to the November Wall Street Journal op-ed authored by Musk and Vivek Ramaswamy, is explicitly geared toward forcing the attrition of federal employees.

Last week, many federal workers received test emails from the email address HR@opm.gov. In a lawsuit filed last night, plaintiffs allege that a new email list started by the Trump administration may be compromising the data of federal employees.

“At a broadest level, the concern is that technologists are playing a role to monitor employees and to target those who will be downsized,” says Moynihan. “It is difficult in the federal government to actually evaluate who is performing well or performing poorly. So doing it on some sort of mass automated scale where you think using some sort of data analysis or AI would automate that process, I think, is an invitation to make errors.”

Last week, federal employees across the government received emails encouraging them to turn in colleagues who they believed to be working on diversity, equity, inclusion, and access initiatives (DEIA) to the OPM via the email address DEIAtruth@opm.gov.

“This reminded me,” says Kelman, “of the Soviet Stalinism of turning in your friends to the government.”

The OPM did not immediately respond to a request for comment, nor did the people whom sources say now sit atop the bureaucracy.

“I am not an alarmist person,” says Kelman. “I do think that some of the things being described here are very troubling.”

[fin-the-fissssssh]

first batch of my older designs for the gen1 cast :D (u guys get to see older cody again bc same canvas lmao)

closeups and notes under the cut!

- owen and noah are married <3 they love each other dearly

- the drama brothers are still together, though they don’t play as frequently since everyone’s got their own stuff going on

- cody and alejandro are married bc i’m such a fucking sucker for alecody

-career wise,,, still not sure on all of them but my current ideas are: heather is a ceo or an employee in the fashion design industry (also has a fashion/gossip blog on the sidelines), justin still does modeling on occasion but it’s no longer his whole life, trent’s a traveling musician!

[mingyusprettyprincess]

00 | The Condè Family - Against The World [ KIM MINGYU ]

Genre: Erotic Romance/ Dark Romance/ CEO AU/ Thriller/ Suspense/ Mystery/ Curvy Latina Reader x CEO Mingyu/ Introverted Reader/

WARNINGS: Explicit language/ Troubled Past/ Trauma/ Mentions of drug and alcohol abuse/ Dark themes (EX: Strip Clubs, Underground pleasure houses/Moulin Rouge, Gaslighting, manipulation & Sexual abuse)/ Cheating & affairs/ Toxicity/ Heavy&dark Sex Scenes/ Daddy Issues/ Kinky Sex Scenes/ Mentions of BDSM/!Reader is a Moulin Rouge dancer!/ CITY IS SOMEWHAT INSPIRED BY GOTHAM CITY & INSPIRED BY MARVEL’S NEW YORK CITY!! THE CITY MENTIONED IN FIC IS NOT A REAL CITY! IT’S A CITY CREATED BY WRITER (ME)!

Not proofread! 😭 trying to post this part before going into work.

Word Count: 1618K

🎧Now playing -> (Intro OST) Feel It - Ayesha Erotica + Sway - Dean Martin + Let’s Fall In Love - Amy Hampton Callaway + Baby I’m A Fool - Melody Gardot + Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Michael Bublé + Dirty Little Secret - Nessa Barrett

Camera flashes were blinding the eyes of every guest arriving at the Colucci Villa, reporters throwing questions left and right. My footsteps falter as I make my way to the back doors, “Mr. Kim! Over here!” Reporters push and shove one another as one of the guests of honor steps foot out of the black limousine. I exhale and open the door quickly before any reporters on the side catch a glimpse of me.

I fan myself before walking towards the grand staircase, “Must you always use the back doors?” Noah asks as he waits patiently on top. I roll my eyes and walk up the stairs, “Yes I must. Bethany, Darcy, Nic, and you are on the front cover of magazines with Mother and Father whereas I remain hidden.” I said with a soft smile. Noah sighs in annoyance, “Why must you hide your identity? Aren't you tired of hiding?” He asks.

I shake my head as we walk further into the villa, “Not at all, I would still like to be able to live a normal life and not be known as a Conde.” I said. Noah hums softly as we enter the main hall, “Well it won't be long before someone catches a single glimpse of you.” He implies. I fix the sleeves of the black blazer, letting my gaze wander around the room.

Endless people dressed in brands and high-class jewels, not quite fond of the world of high class or status. I bite my bottom lip as I take one of the champagne glasses from the tray, events like these are just a buzz kill for me. I caught my mother’s eye, I could already see her distaste for my option of clothing in them. I flash her a sweet smile before taking a small sip of the bubbling drink, today’s event is a Fund Raising Charity.

I did come dressed for the occasion, a dark red mid-thigh velvet dress hugging my body with a little bit of cleavage on display. But the black Chanel blazer made it look more elegant and business casual, with a pair of red-bottomed Louboutin.

I walk around the venue as I try to kill time, “The Colucci Family is indeed the most high-class people, I mean they own half of the businesses in Bezauri.” Gossip here. I drink more of the champagne, “I heard Mr. Kim is a guest of honor for this event.” Gossip there. Gossip is around everywhere, I shake my head lightly and look at one of the paintings on display.

I could hear everyone go quiet and whisper as the doors of the villa hall opened, I bit my bottom lip as I kept my gaze on the painting. A painting that has become my favorite out of the twenty-five hundred paintings, a painting created by a little to no-fame artist. I bring the rim to my lips only to realize the glass is empty, I exhale softly and turn around.

Fixing my posture I look around for the champagne tray, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate you all for taking the time off to join me in this good deed event.” Mr. Colucci announces. Everyone falls silent as they give their full attention to the man, the host of the event. “Champagne ma’am?” A waiter comes by with a tray, I smile faintly and replace the empty glass with a full one. “Thank you,” I said as he walked off.

Mr. Colucci goes off about the paintings being the main event, an auction will be held tonight. I eye the painting I’ve stared at, maybe I could get Noah to buy it from Mr. Colucci. “Please enjoy the finest champagne and appetizers, the auction will start shortly.” Mr. Colucci says with a smile as he holds his glass towards the crowd, I let a small scoff escape my lips.

I bring the glass to my lips as jazz music fills the venue, drinking the champagne I spot a slight movement in the corner of my eyes. Annoyance fills me noticing it’s my mother, “Two glasses of champagne shall be fine for tonight,” She says taking the empty glass from my gasp. I sigh softly and cross my arms, “Didn’t I say to wear the dress I left on the bed?” Mother whispers. “Oh please ma that dress was too much.” I said I turned my gaze to the group of women gossiping.

“This is serious Y/N, you're a Conde now and that means meeting with the status.” Mother reminds me, and I roll my eyes. “I like to keep myself behind your shadows ma, remember I’m only saving the family from embarrassment,” I said softly as people walked past us. Mother sighs and nods, “Alright then since you seem to know what you're doing, I pray that I don't see your name on any magazine with vulgar scandals.” She warned me before rejoining my father.

I glance at the gossiping group of women surrounding a tall man dressed in a burgundy red suit, I bite my bottom lip and walk off to the paintings.

I walk around the venue eyeing the paintings and taking a moment to appreciate the art, a soft chuckle escapes my lips as Michael Bublé plays faintly. I sigh softly and walk over to the next painting, few people seemed to be here for the art and not for status. I look at the time on my phone, seven-thirty pm. I let out a small huff of breath, “Enjoying yourself?” I turn to look at the owner of the soft voice. I smile faintly, the same tall man that the group of women had trapped. “Somewhat,” I said, he chuckles lightly.

I turn my gaze back to the painting, “You must be one of the Condés,” He says softly. I look at him perplexed, “I-I-how did you know?” I asked curious. The man smiles, what a sweet smile. “It’s somewhat part of my job to know everyone on the guest list.” He says I nod in acknowledgment. “I didn't quite catch your name Mr?” I ask, the tall man smiles once more. “Kim Mingyu,” He holds his hand, oh boy.

Kim Mingyu, funder of FLORE is one of the honored guests. “Y/N Condé,” I said shaking his hand, “I take it you're not a fan of these sorts of events?” He asks letting go of my hand. I chuckle, “You are correct, but I was brought here against my will.” I said. Mingyu laughs softly, I smile sheepishly. My eyes wander at his sun-kissed skin, it's natural. I mean, of course, it's natural there’s no way a man will tan himself like most women do.

“Admiring the art before the auction?” His voice invades my thoughts, “Huh? Oh yes, I like art so at least this is keeping me from being bored to death.” I said. Mingyu smiles faintly and nods, “Which one is your favorite so far?” He asks turning to look at the paintings. I smile and look at the painting by Marissa Levy, the little no-fame artist. “A Father’s Love…” I said looking at the sad yet lovely painting. “Ah, Marissa Levy, did you know most of her paintings are from her personal life events?” Mingyu asks as he eyes the painting, I bite my bottom lip. How does he know the artist? I mean her name is on the painting but the facts?

I turn my gaze away from him, “I did…Levy is one of my favorite artists.” I said crossing my arms. Mingyu looks at his watch, this man means business if his wrist is wrapped with gold. “The auction is starting, will you like to join me?” He asks, holding out his arm. Flustered I give him a shy smile, “If you don't mind being bothered by my presence then yes I’ll join you.” I said letting my hand wrap around his arm. What doesn't this man have?! I bite my bottom lip as I feel how built he is under my palm.

Mingyu smiles, “Your presence is more welcomed than you think,” He says with a playful wink. I blush, we walk into the dining hall of the villa where the auction is being held. I can already feel my mother’s gaze on me, but I ignore it. Mingyu pulls out the chair for me, I give him a faint smile. “Gentlemen are very rare in this society,” I teased, he chuckled. I accept his invitation and sit, I look around catching Noah’s gaze. The look of pure shock made me want to laugh but I kept my composure, Mr. Colucci cleared his throat making it known that the auction would be starting.

~ Mingyu ~

“Carlos Condé is a man of business, I hope you do understand that Mingyu. This isn't some ordinary family, they’re part of the high society of Bezuari. The Colucci family being at the top, the Condé being at second…I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.” Seungcheol says as he looks at the photography, “Stop your worrying Choi, don't forget that I hired you to do this.” I remind him.

Seungcheol sighs and sulks, “No need to remind me,” He says. I look at the Condé family photo, “There’s one missing…” Seungcheol says. “No one’s ever seen or heard of her, she’s the daughter of Eva Condé…” He continues, and I sigh sharply. “The born out-of-wedlock daughter as most have said, as I stated no one’s heard of her so there’s no name,” Seungcheol says. The Condé family does not cease to amaze me…secrets, dirty little secrets.