Dust (Jane/Ryan) - I am my husband's intern

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Author's note: Part 10/??

Standing in front of the familiar building Ryan felt like running away. The colourful Good Pick sign seemed to mock him as he finally moved forward. Inside of the company was utter chaos. People were running around, the phones were constantly ringing and he didn't even want to know what was the cloud of dust creeping inside the building through the opened door. Ryan felt like in a different dimension. Looking around, he tried to spot his fiance, who had to leave earlier, but to no avail. Before the pout could form on his face a young woman approached him. 

"Hello, are you a new intern?" She asked. Ryan nodded in confirmation. 

"Good, follow me." He let the woman lead him somewhere further into the building. They arrived at the small office, already occupied by four other people. The woman gestured for him to sit down before she started speaking. 

"Now, that we are all here, please fill in these documents." She handed out the pile of papers and Ryan could already feel the headache coming. 

"I will come to gather them in an hour and take you all on a tour." She added before disappearing behind the glass door. Ryan glanced at the papers and then at the other interns. They seemed as confused as him. 

"Hi, I am Pah, do any of you know how to fill it?" 

"I am Tae, and this is Ba-Mhee, my girlfriend. We have no idea either." 

"Pie. Just write what they want from you. It's not that hard." The tall girl rolled her eyes and started writing. The three heads turned towards him, and Ryan felt the nervousness growing. 

"I am Ryan." He beeped, looking down at the documents. He wasn't good with new people. Even his first meeting with Jane was somehow awkward. And it was thanks to Jane's persistence, that they ended up dating. Ryan was just too shy and nervous to confess his feelings. Thinking about his fiance, he missed him so much. 

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