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𝘖𝘭𝘥-𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘣𝘰𝘺»
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The clock marked 6:30 and the office was practically empty. The work those days wasn't much because the biggest project they had was finished a couple of days before.
Even so, Rebecca, being the perfectionist she was, remain working on the sampler of materials for her interior design project. She was still waiting it would be late for the tube wasn't so crowded. She didn't like to travel in it that much, it made her even miss the Mexico City metro. As strange as that seemed. Because she never thought something like that could happen.
Her flat with Jane wasn't far from her office on Marylebone, she could walk but just think about it annoyed her.
"You ready?" a girly voice called out.
Joanne was her only friend at work and the only woman after Rebecca. She was her boss' assistant.
"How about we accompany each other to the tube?" she asked.
"Sound nice! I was just killing time, going down there at six is pure torture. Gimme a sec," said Rebecca getting her things and putting them into her purse. "Let's go"
They went down the office stairs talking about their work, Joanne was rather complaining about the treatment of their boss.
"You should mutineer yourself one of these days, Jo," Becca suggested, undoing the high ponytail she was wearing and combing her hair with her fingers in the process, letting it cascade straight for her back.
Joanne giggled at her co-worker comment. "You make it sound so easy! I wish I could be like you and not just a secretary!" Jo sighed
"Hey! I'm going to stop you right there. Your work is as valid as everyone else's, even more than some people in there. Without you the boss would be lost. Don't underestimate yourself, girl" She encouraged her with a serious look. All that was true, the office without Jo would be total chaos.
"Aww Becca, you're so sweet" Joanne smiled shyly "Gosh, believe me if I didn't need the job so badly, I would've been gone a long time ago." she confessed taking a heavy breath as she put her red coat on. They were about to go out into the street, and it started to spitting.
Rebecca laughed shaking her head. "And leave me here alone in this madhouse? No way! Please, I beg you!" Becca replied, also putting on the black coat she was carrying in her arms and adjusting her hair before leave.
They both laughed as they left the building. Before Becca could go down another step, Joanne took her by the arm and jerked her back, unable to ask what the hell happen.
"Oh, sweet lord! Wait, Rebecca! He isn't George Harrison, isn't he?!" she whispered in her ear as she hid behind Rebecca.
"Pardon me?" Becca looked at her in confusion by the speed of the situation. She followed her gaze with a frown to see what her friend was referring to.
Out of a Hollywood movie, indeed, George Harrison was leaning back in his car with the arms crossed on his chest and a grin pinned on his face, parking on the sidewalk in front the office.
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Fanfic"I love you Rebecca. I want spend my whole life with you." George found his voice that felt like a roar from within. "I love you too George," Rebecca's voice cracked. "I need to confess something, but you have to promise me that you will keep an ope...
