Bishop |18+|

Ch.6

Alia

"You must be the new intern Anais was talking about earlier." A woman behind me said and I swivelled around in my chair, not expecting to have her face literal inches away from mines. She stuck her little meaty hands out, offering me a hand shake. "I'm Ruth."

The woman caught me by surprise and to be fair, after working on my article for the past 3 or so hours without hearing a single mumble, I forgot my coworkers existed. Ruth seemed like a vision of unabashed charm, a living embodiment of joy—completely contrasting the depressing fucking environment she's sitting comfortably in.

"Alia." I smiled, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. "How long have you been here?"

"Well over 6 ish years?" Ruth chimed proudly and rested her cheek on her palm. Her figure was comfortably rounded and endearingly plump, with long waves of blonde resting on her chest and shoulder. She seemed way too lively to be doing an office job and it was almost unnerving. "I love it here. Everyone's so social and welcoming."

My eyes wondered over the cubicles of tired workers who were probably living off pure fucking caffiene. Nothing but the awkwardly quiet clicking of keys. I smiled discreetly and put my attention back on Ruth. "Seems like it."

"You'll get used to it." Ruth waved her hand off with a giggle, her voice carrying a promise of better days. "Once you get the flow of things here, it'll be satisfying trust me."

Looking at her cheerful expression as her rounded face beamed, I couldn't help but give a hesitant smile.

"I hope so." I replied.

Just as we were talking, a young man walked between us two and set a cup of coffee on Ruth's desk. The short woman looked up at him and smiled, taking the ceramic cup to her lips. "Thanks Jay"

I looked up at the man, soaking in his physique.
He was handsome for sure, giving Ruth a dimply smile with a head full of thick light brunette hair. He turned his head to face me.

"Huh." He muttered. "You're new."
Ruth rolled her eyes. "She's the new journalist, silly. Today's her first day."

I gave a little nod with my head, my lips creaking into a smile. "I'm Alia."
"Jay." The man chuckled and took my hand to shake it. Forward for sure but I didn't think much of his actions. His hold on my hand lasted a bit too long for comfort and I had to be the first to pull away.

"What do you both do?" I asked, crossing a leg over my thigh as I twisted slightly on the chair.

"I'm a news producer." Jay said and Ruth tilted her head from behind Jay.

"Editor." Ruth stated.

These two are cute

"Interesting" I giggled. "So what do you guys do all day? Drink coffee? Chill? Gossip?"

"Just sitting on my ass all day editing some articles" Ruth shrugged and sipped her coffee. "I love it."

The woman was awfully passionate about doing the bare fucking minimum and so it's easy for one to suspect that she's possibly insane. I gave Ruth a concerned smile.

"Meetings." Jay says and slipped his sleeve up, looking down at his silver watch. "I've got one in a minute or two. Fuck my life." He groaned and Ruth looked up at him.

"Is Garcia gonna be—"
"Yep." Jay interrupted Ruth and I heard her let out a low groan.

Who in the actual hell is this woman? So far I've heard five people talk about her, four of them sounding like she's the most infuriating fucking person I've heard. Not much to back her up with this claim. I couldn't help but to ask myself more questions and scooted my chair a bit closer to them.