You two spent your workday how you normally did, responding to emails, answering the phone, making spreadsheets, sitting in meetings. Contemplating the meaning of life from your window, listening to your white coworkers tell bad jokes in passing.
Sometimes, you slept on lunch while Sasha never missed a meal. Other times, you'd spend the day writing music when you could or fucking around doing the Glorilla dance in bathroom with Sasha.
It wasn't a bad job, just really boring. But you liked boring cause boring meant easy money.
Sasha got you this job shortly after you moved here. You'd never pictured yourself working a desk job but that's exactly what happened.
What you wanted to do was sing but the older you got, the more unrealistic that dream became. So now everything was up in the air, you didn't know what you wanted if you couldn't have that...so you'd settle.
"Hey y/n," a taller man with a black bowl cut approached your desk & set some papers on top.
You sighed stepping away from your window, "Hey Marlo, how you doing?"
"I'm good, I'm good..." He nodded, "You look great, lovin the hair." He shot finger guns at you and laughed.
"Oh, thank y—"
"—Marlo, you need to stop making empty conversation and come help me with these spreadsheets." Hitch approached him with her arms folded across her chest.
"Yes, of course but I was just saying hello."
"Oh, well hello." She sarcastically shot to you while you just looked at her like this:
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You didn't like Hitch. Not even a little bit. And she felt the same. Normally, you would've been beat her ass up the street, turning her every way but lose but in the corporate world, all the fighting had to be sneaky.
The difference between y'all was that you didn't have to like Hitch to do your job. She however made it her life's mission to find something wrong with you and any chance she got.
"You know why she did that, right?" Sasha approached you sipping her coffee mug, watching them walk away as hitch was whisper-yelling something in his ear.
And you did.
You knew that her boyfriend Marlo was taken by you since the day you started there & he wasn't exactly great at hiding it.
The lingering stares when you walked by turned into him making up excuses about anything just to come in your cubicle and talk.
Marlo was cool but he wasn't your type, not like you were looking to date anyone anyway. It all rubbed her the wrong way though as it should, but rather than associate her issues with solely him, it was somehow your fault too & she was gonna make you pay by any means.
