HELLO AGAIN!! i'm back and badder than ever
first off, THANK U FOR 9.5K READS?? when i started this book i literally expected 3 people to read it bc ryan is such a niche character. anyways thank u a million times!
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ㅤㅤㅤStamford was nothing like Scranton. Rachel had yet to decide if this was a good or a bad thing. After all, she'd only been here a week.
The manager here, Josh Porter, was nothing like Michael. By the second day, she had already begun to miss having to constantly tell him off for saying inappropriate things.
The other workers in the office were actually committed to their jobs. She had no doubt that they were lovely and interesting people, but they lacked a sort of craze that was signature to Scranton.
Ironically, Rachel would've gone mad in such a dull place had it not been for Jim.
Jim had turned up to his new job a week ago to find his old deskmate shaking hands with his new boss. After explaining that they had taken both salesmen in, the two had grown closer as they worked in the new environment.
They often wondered how Dwight was doing with the desk all to himself. No doubt creating some "megadesk" and burning their old belongings.
"Miss Munroe, it's almost time for our team-building exercises," Mr Porter announced, a hand slipping to her shoulder. She tensed under his touch.
She had to spin her chair all the way around just to make a face at Jim.
Another thing: she hated the desk arrangements.
She felt restricted by the orderly and straight desk formations. She missed the island of desks, where the productivity was reduced by eighty percent yet planning pranks on Dwight were so easy.
The blinds were drawn and the lights shut off. She put her clunky headphones on, but she could still hear Andy Bernard, or "Nard Dog", as he referred to himself.
"A-rootin, a-tootin, let's get a-shooting!"
Jim heard Rachel groan.
It was going to be a long day.
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Since he started at Dunder Mifflin, Ryan had always wanted to sit at Jim's desk. Then he wouldn't have to go out of his way to see Rachel. He'd just have to look up to talk to her.
Now he had graduated from being the Temp and had taken over Jim's job. He had finally gotten the desk, but all he could look up to was another empty desk and Dwight.
Where did he go wrong? He had wanted so badly for Rachel to actually date him, not fall into some stupid "sex pact". Then when she confessed her own feelings for him, he ran.
He hadn't seen her for a week and it was killing him.
Pam, too. She oft caught herself staring at the desk where the Temp sat, imagining Jim and his funny little smile. Perhaps planning a prank on Dwight, who he loved no matter how annoying he was.
If only Dwight hadn't found that job in Stamford—
No. If she hadn't been so stupid and turned him down, Jim would still be here today.
There had been much development in the receptionist's life—calling off the wedding, moving into her own apartment, going to art classes—she found herself smiling more nowadays.
She knew there was something else missing. But she wouldn't admit to it.
There was an outburst about Dwight watching gay pornography on his computer. What was worse was that he watched it aloud, attracting Creed and Kevin. They were a group of people Ryan feared more than anything in the world.
As he tried his best to focus on his sales, the moans of the actors attracted more and more of his coworkers. Pam was the only one to take initiative and report Dwight's behaviour to Michael, only to have Oscar storm out of the room, provoked.
"Everybody in the conference room!" Michael screamed from his office. "I don't care if you are gay, or straight, or a lesbian, or overweight, JUST GET IN THERE RIGHT NOW!"
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ANDY
Big Tuna and Marilyn Munroe are super ambitious. "Cut-your-throat-to-get-ahead" type, but I'm not threatened by them. I went to Cornell. I graduated in four years. I never studied once. I was drunk the whole time, and I sang in the acapella group, Here Comes Treble.
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Both Rachel and Jim sensed something unusual about the incoming call on Jim's desk phone. He tentatively brought the speaker to his ear, breaking out into a huge smile. "Michael, hey!"
Rachel wheeled her chair over, disregarding the questioning look from Karen. She was glad that Michael was taking the initiative to keep in touch with them despite leaving Scranton. It made her feel wanted.
Perhaps Michael valued them in more than just her physical appearance. Maybe she valued Michael too.
"What's gaydar?" Jim frowned, looking up to Rachel. Her eyes brightened. Grabbing a pen and post-it from his desk, she scrawled a message: a machine that senses gays. Prank on Dwight. Jim flashed her a thumbs up, stifling a giggle.
Rachel rested her head on her arm, listening to Jim pranking Dwight from a hundred miles away. She wasn't aware of the smile growing across her features as she imagined Dwight standing by Michael's desk, a worried Pam peeping through the blinds. She could see Stanley working away at his crossword, Phyllis sneaking glances no and then to him. Kevin and Oscar would be mucking about to Angela's disgust, but she would also be wasting office hours watching her cats through a nanny cam. Toby and Kelly would stray as far as the kitchen, much to Michael's relief. Creed would be opening his drawer and pulling out something that looked illegal, and who could forget Meredith opening another bottle from her stash. Sitting right across from her was the man who broke her heart.
She was drunk. Drunk out of her mind. He was never there to pick her up and take her home. He had never been there for her. It was all in her imagination. She had a horrible tendency to dream.
Ryan had never said those things to her. Rachel had simply made it all up.
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RACHEL
I miss that, playing pranks on Dwight. I miss them, my home at Dunder Mifflin. But I don't miss Ryan in particular. We had some great times, yes, but it was nothing more than a friendship. I miss him just as much as I miss the others.
It's not like he misses me anyways. He never cared about me in the first place.
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Fiksi Penggemar"If I had a dollar for every time I wished I wasn't here, I'd have enough to retire right now." In which Ryan Howard and Rachel Munroe realise that what they've been looking for has always been right in front of them. by laurie, 2019-2021 ...
