A story to tell | ross geller x reader

The one with y/n assistant

Everyone was sat in central perk talking until I entered with a giant smile on my face,exactly like I did when I first got my job (which was a couple of months ago).

"Oh! Hi you guys, oh my God! You'll never gonna believe what happened to me today! I am sitting in my office and..." I began.

Joey ran out of the bathroom "You guys! You guys! You're not gonna believe what my agent just told me!"

"Joey! Kinda in the middle of a story here!" I tell him

"Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go."

"Okay, so anyway I'm sittin' in my office and guess who walks in."

"I'm gonna be on two TV shows!" Joey interrupts.

"Oh, that's great!!" Monica and phoebe tell him.

"Joey!"

"Oh, you weren't finished?"

"Yeah! Guess who walks into my office is the end of my story." I look at everyone else. "It was Ralph Lauren! Ralph Lauren walked into my office!" They all gasped.

"Uh y/n you're gonna start another story, at least let me finish mine."

"It's the same story."

He groans in disgust. "Wow, it's really long."

"Anyway, Ralph just came in to tell me that he's so happy with my work that he wants me to be the new merchandising manager for polo retail."

"I'm so happy for you!" Monica says to me

"Well, these really are the days of our lives." Joey says

"What?!" Monica asks.

"Well, since you ask. They want me back on Days of Our Lives!"

"Oh God!" Phoebe gasped.

"I got—I get a big pay raise!" I shout

"Oh hey!" Rachel says in excitement for me.

"I'll be playing Drake Ramoray's twin brother, Stryker!"

"Oooh!" They all say in unison.

"I get to hire my own assistant!"

"Ahhh!!" Ross and chandler say.

"Well—I got a head rush from standing up too fast right there." He says standing up.

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I was sat in my new office interviewing a woman called Hilda.

"And you were at this job for four years?"

"That's right." She replies.

"Okay, well this is all very impressive Hilda, um I just have one last question for you. Uh, how did I do? Was this okay?"

"What?"

"I've never interviewed anyone before. I've actually never had anyone work for me before. Although when I was a kid, we did have a maid, but this is-this isn't the same thing."

"No dear. It's not."

"No. Yeah, and I know that. All right, well thank you so much for coming in, it was nice to meet you."

"Thank you! Good meeting you."

All right." Hilda leaves. "I'm a total pro!"

There's a knock on the door and a really handsome man enters.

"Hello?" He talks

I turned around to look at him and woahhh
"Wow! H-umm! Hi! Yes, uh I'm sorry the models are actually down the hall."

"Actually, I'm here about the assistant job."

"Really?!" I took his resume "Okay well then, all right, well just have a seat there. Umm, so what's—what is—what's your name?"

"Tag Jones."

"Uh-huh, go on."

"That's it. That's my whole name."

"That's your whole name, okay of course it is! Okay, well let's-let's just have a look-see here."

"I know I haven't worked in an office before, and I really don't have a lot of experience, but uh..."

"Oh come on, what are you talking about? You've got three years painting houses. Two whole summers at T.G.I. Friday's, come on!"

"It's lame, I know. But I'm a goal-oriented person, very eager to learn..."

"Okay, hold on just a second." I grabbed my camera and took a picture of him. "I'm sorry, it's for human resources, everybody has to do it. Could you just stand up please?"

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Me,phoebe and chandler were on the couch watching tv in mine and Monica's apartment.

"Chandler, you have an assistant right?" I ask him

"Did she call? You-you told her I was sick right? Always tell her I am sick!"

"No, I-I just don't know how you decide who to hire. I mean I've got it narrowed down to two people. One of them has great references and a lot of experience and then there's this guy..."

"What about him?"

"I love him. He's so pretty I wanna cry! I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do." I slap him on the arm.

"Comes on you know what to do! You hire the first one! You don't hire an assistant because they're cute, you hire them because they're qualified." Phoebe says to me wisely.

"Uh-huh. No, I hear what you're saying and-and-and that makes a lot of sense but can I just say one more thing?" I pull out the picture "Look how pretty!"

"Let's see." Phoebe looks. "Oh my God! Oh... But no! No! You can't-you can't hire him, because that—it's not professional. Umm, this is for me" she grabs the picture and stuffs it in her pocket.

"Okay you're right. I'll hire Hilda tomorrow. Dumb old perfect for the job Hilda!"

"Let me see this guy." Phoebe hands him the picture. "W-H-Wow!"