Reagan X Reader (FEM) - Inside Job

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            Above you is an absolute banger.

         I truly apologize for not posting in a long time. I have a lot of school work including a huge project that I just finished. I'll be getting winterbreak after next week and I'll be sure to make up for all the times I didn't  post. I hope you enjoy this chapter. (:

                       1st Person POV/3rd Person POV?

            It's been about at least 7 months since you first worked at Cognito Inc. 7 months. 7 months and you still haven't really talked to Reagan. As in holding a chill conversation with her, not work related. But this really annoyed you. Didn't you developed a crush on her? When are you going to ask her out? Does she even like you at this point? I mean.. self explanatory..? What's the big shocker here is that you actually never developed much of a huge crush in your life. Never. It felt odd liking somebody because you never did. As a child you didn't have any major crushes or even crushes at all. Is it safe to say that everything feels weird.. like nothing feels normal. Going to work makes me feel nervous, like first day type of nervous. Every time I see Reagan I get nervous. I'm always feeling so uncomfortable no matter what situation. I just don't feel right. Like I said, it's been 7 months and my life has been on auto pilot since then. How do I explain this? Am I just overreacting?  Probably am.

          It's 6:30 a.m in the morning and you have nothing better to do on the weekend. You try going back to sleep but that doesn't work ether. You sit on your bed hoping to come up with an idea to get rid of your deadly boredom. What about snacks? Don't you have leftovers in the fridge. No, I stress-ate them all yesterday. Bleh. You give up and let your boredom get the best of you. Sitting on your bed, you inch towards your phone and snatch it from your nightstand. Half asleep and one fourth dead, you turn on your phone just to be blasted by a burning light. You struggle to turn down the brightness with one eye closed. You open your messages checking for any news but get presented with nothing. You were so bored that you wanted the worst to happen to you than feel the same way you do right now. Well guess what, the worst did NOT happen to you. In your messages you are part of a group chat of the crew, mainly for work purposes but also for other reasons. The people include Gigi, Myc, Andre, Glenn, Brett* (was. he left the gc for obvious reasons ((mainly cause everyone in acts like they snort fundip powder)) and Reagan. You click open the messages and nothing is going on. No new messages. Lmao thank god hhh.

         Concerned, you finally get up and decide to change your clothes and eat breakfast. You grab a frozen waffle box from the freezer and take out a waffle. You drop it into the toaster and grab a forest green mug. You slide to the coffee maker and attach the mug under it. Adding the coffee packets, you carelessly dump the powder on the counter, dirtying your just cleaned clothes. It's a Saturday. I don't go to work or anywhere so I honestly don't mind. You grab another coffee packet and CAREFULLY dump the powder into the machine and grab a plate for your waffle. Just as the waffle finishes your coffee finishes as well and you head over to the toaster with that plate in your hand and snatch the waffle into your plate. Then you head over to the coffee machine and take your cup of caffeine. Well.. dig in. You'll need that energy.

          Finally done with your meal, you place your dishes in the sink and finally change your coffee powder stained shirt with another shirt. And suddenly, it hit you. Shit, I forgot my laptop at work! Is the building still open? Panicking in circles, you finally find your car key and burst out of your apartment. Luckily, you live on the 3rd floor making it easier just to run down the stairs. The elevators were awkwardly crowded and had a long wait. As you run outside the building, your getting weird stares from people around you. You're half in pajamas anyways but that doesn't matter, you need to get to the car! After that, you  finally reach your car and take off like your life depends on it. 

        Swerving drifting, you're going crazy on the road hoping Cognito is still open by the time you get there. Still half asleep and still one fourth dead, you finally make it to work without a car accident, somebody flipping you off in their car, a ticket, or a scratch on your car. You quickly park your car in the parking lot and storm out in a terrible mood. As you enter the front door, you get that weird feeling again.. nervous. What's there to even be nervous about? It's a Saturday, nobody works! What are you scared for?  You open the front door cautiously like you're about to be jump-scared. You enter the room and head over to the fingerprint scanner and finally go inside the elevator. Palms sweaty and shaking arms. Legs tapping and eye twitching twitching. You look like a walking mess. Oh and yeah, THE JAZZ MUSIC ISN'T HELPING. The elevator doors finally open and you sprint off to find the office. 

        Absolutely nothing going on inside your head, only laptop. Just laptop. I NEED MY DAMN LAPTOP. You finally run into your office to see your laptop nowhere to be found. You inspect the room and find no trace of your laptop. You do the last thing you wanted to do. Checking Reagan's lab. Why would it even be in there? And if it was, why would she take it? I don't want her looking through my personal stuff. That's gross. Yuck. You burst into Reagan's lab in a panic. You scan the room for your laptop and locate it on a desk. You open it to make sure it's your laptop and surely enough, it was yours. Feeling a huge wave of relief, you joyfully snatch your laptop and head out. As you reach the exit, you hear somebody shout "Who's there?!". You freeze  with panic and fear in your eyes. You glimpse at the corner to see Reagan emerge out of there. You stare at her intensely while she walks out of her creepyass corner. She finally looks up at you and immediately backs off. Wanting answers, you ask her why she took your laptop. "First of all, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't steal my laptop! What are you even doing with it?" Reagan nervously looks at the ground fidgeting with her fingers. "Oh.. uh. I didn't know it was yours. I thought it was just a free laptop so I took it." she mumbled. "Who the fuck leaves anyone a free laptop??" you shout at her. Her face displayed guilt. She was definitely lying. Odd feeling came back but it's more intense. Why am I even yelling at her? I should apologize.

       Just as you're about to say sorry, she leaves the room in a rush. You didn't even get to say a word after that. You just left bad. Well.. you got your laptop back thought right? Feeling terrible but useless, you exit Cognito with defeat. You enter the car and your thoughts start to storm through your head, once again. Why is she here on Saturday? Did she do something to my laptop? Why did she leave? Am I to blame? I feel bad. She looks devastating. She's so pretty. I feel terrible actually. I'll make it up to her. I promise.

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Lmao I'm so tired right now but I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I'm a bit rusty on how to write because I haven't continued this in a week but I hope this is fine. Have a great day/night and remember:

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