"𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒."
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a girl that's never been appreciated, finally meets the people she's needed all along
or
a group of people meet a girl that they never knew they needed, until now
slow burn. fem! OC x male...
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AN EXTREMELY LOUD PUMPING SOUND FILLS THE OFFICE. At first, I really don't pay it any mind because it's not my business. But when it goes on for fifteen more minutes, I need to know what it is. I bend and swivel my neck trying to mark the direction in which the sound is coming from. I finally turn my head to the right, slightly shocked at the sight I'm met with. The first women that came in this morning, Hannah, is pumping breast milk into a baby bottle. And apparently I'm not the only person to notice it. Hannah locks eyes with someone by Pam's desk. Her lips turn down, into a scowl.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." I raise my eyebrows, dying to know who she's yelling at. When a voice surfaces, my eyes roll in annoyance.
"I'm sorry, It's just... It's a little distracting." My gaze turns to Creed, who is now far from his desk and looking at Hannah.
"Ditto that, my brother." My nose scrunches up in disgust. I turn to the crew to catch Neil's eyes. I fake throw up, making sure to sell it with putting my hand by my mouth and fanning it down. Neil laughs quietly, bringing up his free hand to drag it slowly across his neck. I giggle at his antics, especially when he sticks his tongue out and rolls his eyes back into his head. Definitely insinuating that he has just died. I spin back towards my desk, catching Angela's eyes on the way. Her forever narrowed eyes are even smaller than usual, making me slightly cower into my seat.
Personally, I think that everyone from Stanford is going to get really tired of Micheal's antics really quickly. I like working here. Sometimes it makes me want to curl up in a ball and disappear, but it pays better than my other two jobs. And who knows? After today they might let me go because Jim's back. I really hope that's not the case, but know I have to be prepared for anything. A few more moments of depressing thoughts occur, until Hannah comes stomping over with Micheal (and a very interested Kevin in tow). Hannah stops and points at Creed's monitor.
"Look what's on his computer!" The women in pink seethes. Micheal furrows his eyebrows, making the wrinkles in his forehead more prominent.
"What is that, a squid's eye or...?" Confusion clear in Micheal's tone. Hannah seems to have a permanent scowl on her face.
"It's my left breast." Immediately I start choking on nothing. Second-hand embarrassment, bitch-slapping me across the face. Micheal's mouth was slightly a gape, stuttering out a question.
"How d-did you—" Creed interrupts, looking up at Micheal from his desk.
"Right place at the right time." My nose involuntarily scrunches in disgust. "Dude..." I say exasperated.
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The rest of the day did not go smoothly. Karen accidentally told Phyllis that her perfume smelt like a funeral parlor. Hence, Phyllis telling Karen off. Hannah sprayed her phone with disinfectant over, seventy-three times. Each time being louder than the other. Stanley slurping his jello. I've gotten use to it. And finally, Creed. His laugh was loud, like, could-hear-it-in-every-part-of-the-office loud. I have no idea what transpired on that phone call to get him to laugh like that, nor do I want to.
