Norman Reedus Imagines

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Hey! We R still on for later... Right?

I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my face when I saw the short text message blip across my iPhone's lock screen.

I looked around the relatively quiet office I was currently seated in to make sure none of the higher ups were watching me before I quickly reached for my phone to shoot a quick text back.

Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world! Shouldn't you be in class?

I made sure to tack on a little smiley face with its tongue sticking out before tapping send.

My phone lit up again seconds later. You sound like my Dad...

Whatever, Ming. We both know I'm much cooler than your Dad! I replied back.

Mingus' response came through; I won't tell him if you won't tell him!

I think he already knows. Ha-ha. I joked.

Uh-oh. I think my teacher saw me... Mingus replied

Oh no! Stop texting! I'll see you later! I typed quickly and sent.

"I'm so glad that you get paid to just sit at your desk and play on your phone all day, y/n."

I flinched at the sudden voice behind me. I didn't even hear the office door open behind me. I slowly swiveled around in my rickety office chair to face my boss.

"I'm sorry Todd. It's just that Norman has finally gotten some time off and I've got a sleep over planned with Mingus ... He had this great idea that I come over to the loft and surprise..."

"I am really not interested in your personal life, y/n." Todd droned on, interrupting me.

"I'm sorry. It's just..." I began.

"Just get back to work, y/n." Todd cuts me off.

"Yes, sir." I whispered, frowning at him when he turned his back to me.

After what felt like a million hours it was finally 5 o'clock, quitting time! Quickly I straightened out my desk, made sure to fill out my time card, grabbed my bag and made my way to the elevator.

Successfully dodging any coworkers I was elated to be by myself on the elevator that was slowly descending toward the lobby.

To say that I enjoy my job would be a complete lie, but it seems that secretarial work is right up my alley.

I can answer phones, and organize like it's like it's nothing. I have no problems BSing with my coworkers around the water cooler during breaks and I can complete remedial tasks without a second thought.

To be completely honest I would love to go back to college. I really don't want to spend the rest of my life at some lawyer's beck and call.

The ad that I had found in the newspaper had asked for people with a good work ethic. Wanted: Patient Man or Woman who can tolerate obnoxious boss and nosy coworkers is what the ad should have really said...

Todd, my boss, a lawyer of 35 years, I'm sure is a nice enough person outside the office, but he always seems to be talking down to me.

Stepping out from the stuffy office building into the chilly November evening air was a shock to the system; I couldn't help but shiver violently for a quick moment.

I checked my phone to see what time it was; 5:15. I had 15 minutes to get from Mid-Town to Chinatown to meet up with Mingus.

I stepped to the edge of the sidewalk with my hand in the air in an attempt to hail a taxi. Two whizzed right by me before another slowed down and pulled to the curb. I hopped in to the back seat.