'Just do it.' The words played in the back of mind as I pulled out my desk chair.
'Just do it.' They rang in my ears as I placed my bag onto the worn-out, grey, carpeted floors.
'Just do it.' Shaking the thought from my head, I pulled my chair forward and under the scratched, wooden desk.
Charcoal grey kept us captive in this never-ending loop of sorrow. Posters hung from the walls by dog-eared corners, each reminder and every announcement drooped like a dead plants' leaves. As I gazed upon the sea of languorous, frowning faces, I couldn't help but feel that life was meant to be more than this - more than the insufferable day-to-day, nine-to-five office desk job.
tap. tap. tap.
I glanced over the drab, cloud-grey barrier which separated us from each others' workplaces to see fatigued, shadowed and half-open eyes staring back at me. "Matin, (Morning,)" I stated, trying to seem as engaged as possible.
"Avez-vous vérifié l'annonce d'aujourd'hui? (Have you checked today's announcements?)" She questioned. Her mouth was slightly downturned and expression emotionless like her words.
I simply nodded slowly which seemed to be satisfactory enough as her broken gaze flickered back to the blaring computer screen.
Glancing out the window, the streets were overcrowded with joyful, determined smiles. My heart tugged as I couldn't help but feel somewhat depressed. Everyone has days when they feel dejected or down but I left work everyday feeling utterly dispirited. Somedays, I thought I wouldn't even be satisfied at the rainbows end as I tried to catch the wind.
'Just do it.'
Each morning I entered the same prison and each evening I finally escaped just to do it all again the next day. Was this all fate wanted me to become?
'Just do it.'
My phone began to ring, 'father' illumated on the screen. Gazing across the lifeless office once more, I realised the hypnotic transe they had all been trapped under. Creepy.
"Quoi? (What?)" I spoke under my breath, fully knowing of how unprofessional this was.
"Ah, ma belle fille ! j'ai une idée! (Ah, my beautiful daughter! I have an idea!)" his voice echoed back.
"j'écoute? (Im listening?)"
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(( FRENCH MAY NOT BE CORRECT!! I AM STILL LEARNING ))
CHAPTER TWO COMING SOON!!
((𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵))
Edit: it's out lol
Apologies for how increbily short this is 💀 I just felt like this needed a bit of backstory instead of going straight into the first chapter! Now I hope you enjoy as the rest of the chapters will be aprox 6x longer :)
I should post once a week however do prioritise my other story over this one <3
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FanfictionWith a 9-5 office job and a passion for mechanics, artificial intelligence and robotics, Paige Montgomery found her life unfulfilling. That was until Iron Man - also known as her mothers previous employer, Tony Stark - showed up in her living room...
