Revenge

Quiet.

A/N: Thank you for reading this! I'm writing based around season two. And Joe doesn't get fully involved with Elliot for a few chapters so BARE WITH ME! Also I'm writing this for my own enjoyment. So some characters are my own!

Also, I tag HonestLil_Angel and SaltySeab in this book because they love Mr. Robot as much as I do!

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Quiet.

That's what the new techy is. She greets no one upon coming to work first thing in the morning. Only time she'll truly speak is when personally spoken too. Everyone understood not wanting to speak—they already have a co-worker just like her. So, in result, it made over half the higher associates force her to talk. To this, she would shut her eyes for a second, mumble to herself and greet whomever with a false smile on.

It's more than obvious that it's all forced. Everyone deep down really knew that she wasn't this introverted, but no one cared enough to ask, being as they might've been wrong. It's not that she doesn't know how to talk, it's just...she just doesn't want to.

Angela—probably the nicest person in the office—approached this new girl, tapping gently on her shoulder to peak her attention away from the computer screen. New-Girl took off her headphones, mumbled something to herself, and swiveled her chair around to face Angela with the false grin.

Ollie sees this, and together, him and his girlfriend, Angela spring a double attack on the poor New-Girl together. New-Girl's fake smile wavered at the sight of Ollie. She hated him with an obvious passion. Her eyes narrowed at him, then returned to Angela's face.

She chewed on her gum silently as Ollie spoke and Angela nodded with a warm smile. They'd both been talking about some business dinner or party or whatever. She wasn't really listening, more like waiting for them to stop talking.

Ollie asked her a question, she nodded, and Angela clapped—bouncing with a bubbly grin on her face. Ollie smiled at the New-Girl.

This display proves she doesn't have a problem conversing with others. She just pretends to be terrible at speaking. But why? Why hide the ability to speak?

When Angela and Ollie had left this girl alone, she turned the chair back around and rolled her eyes before returning to her computer. She told herself something and leaned back comfortably in the padded office chair.

———Joe's POV———

Who would've thought...me...working a nine-to-Five job in New York City. A dead-end job revolving around proxy server failures and cyber security networks. I swear on life that no one actually wants an office job.

And the cubicles are small enough to make feel as if I'm actually becoming claustrophobic. Too many people can see your work if they simply just stand up. It's annoying.

Having to pretend I give a shit about this crummy job is honest torture. But do I have a choice? Uh. No. Obviously not. Co-workers were too...talkative, but usually the headphones give them a good reason to not approach me.

But, that itself did not stop Angela Moss and her asswagon of a boyfriend, Ollie, from approaching me with enough optimism to give me whiplash. I took off my headphones, mumbled 'fuck' to myself and turned to face the cheerful couple with a grin.

Angela I actually didn't mind, she was a fairly nice young woman. Not to mention persistent. But Ollie. Well, in my opinion, Ollie is the office whore.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Hey, Joe!" Angela chirped. "Ollie and I were wondering if you'd like to go to office party this Friday?"

It was Ollie's turn to speak and he drummed his hands on the side of my cubical. "Yeah, Gideon's inviting the whole floor. It'll be great!" He smiled.

I wanted to roll my eyes. "I'd love to!" I exclaimed, flailing my hands slightly. "What's Gideon's address?" I asked Angela.

Angela gave a grin while clapping happily, Ollie smiled and gave me the address. They both began to retreat from my cubicle. Nodding to them, I turned my chair back around to face my computer screen again.

"I hate people." I muttered to myself.