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Allison thought on the girl’s suggestion for a long moment. She had a point, Allison could tell that many higher ups seemed very old fashioned. They didn’t think through things through in modern lens, and avoided modern, and better, solutions. “That’s a good point. It’s probably obvious, but I’ve never really done all of this,” she gestured vaguely around her, hoping it was clear she meant an office job, “before, so the whole ‘ask forgiveness, not permission’ thing is still a little foreign. Have you worked here long?”

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Joey Wilson & @masterspost​​​​​​​​​​​ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: June 18th, Friday 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Near someone’s computer (??)

If there was anything Joey enjoyed was an event - while the event that had been announced wasn’t exactly what he was used to, Joey still wanted to cause a good impression on everyone and at least dress up correctly. It was a fancy event after all. Deciding that he should take at least an hour break from all of the work he had done that day, he sat down by the nearest computer he could find and started looking for some of the outfits he could wear for the gala - of course, not even five minutes had passed when he saw someone approach him. Looking up at the person, Joey quickly closed all of the tabs he was looking at it and smiled, trying to make it seem like nothing had happened. “Hey! This isn’t your computer, right? Because… I was just working. Like a lot of writing and… legal stuff. I can leave though, if you need the computer.” He said with a smile, hoping that he would get away with his lie.

the announcement of the masters gala shouldn’t have come as a surprise to fin, like, at all; anyone who lived around the city knew about it, and since he worked there, he had taken care to do his research on the company. at least a little bit. but somehow, he was still caught off guard by the announcement, and had no idea what the hell he was going to wear, or if he was even going to go at all. he could always skip out on it, right? but it was his first one, and that would leave a bad impression, wouldn’t it? and that was the last thing he wanted, when he was actually not miserable at his job, and wanted to keep it, so he should - “uh,” fin paused, always so articulate, “that is mine, yeah, but if you need it you can keep using it, i can definitely wait.” he had to rework the intro music for the anchors and he just...did not want to. he hated that stupid music.

— from the moment his head had landed against his pillow many nights ago after the wild party hosted by masters, hide’s life became a bit much of a blur & there wasn’t much he could recall him doing that wasn’t in autopilot mode. most of his tasks were covered & achieved by turning off his switch & he wasn’t too certain who to blame for it, whether it was the alcohol, realizing the bullshit that happened ( & he became a participant to ) at the party or feeling like he was empty due to suspicious circumstances. ❝ this coffee tastes like shit, ❞ he admitted out loud & showed his nearly empty cup to the one standing the closest to him. ❝ one could assume a company like this one would have premium coffee but alas… do you think i’d be successful to sue the ceo over mind poisoning due to intoxicated grounds of coffee ? ❞

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄  '𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆’  𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃,  adonis  was  hardly  seen  around  masters.  he  kept  in  his  quarters,  walked  in  the  spaces  he  knew  not  a  lot  of  people  didn’t  frequent,  and  didn’t  hang  around  after  work.  he  avoided  the  canteen,  any  popular  nearby  spots,  and  didn’t  say  much  on  social  media.  it  was  the  best  thing  for  him  to  do.  the  last  thing  he  needed  was  someone  else  questioning  him  on  something  he  didn’t  want  to  talk  about.  so  far,  it  had  seem  as  though  adonis’  past  was  long  forgotten.  he  didn’t  see  any  tweets  about  it,  didn’t  hear  that  many  people  whispering  if  they  happened  to  have  spotted  him.  he  just  hoped  it  had  really  died  down  and  he  wouldn’t  have  to  deal  with  the  entire  thing  again.  he  was  still  sad  about  everyone  finding  out  the  way  they  did  ..  he  wanted  to  share  that  part  of  himself  when  he  was  ready.  he  supposed  the  universe  just  hated  him.  first,  they  took  his  family  from  him,  and  now  they  took  away  his  choice  of  being  open  about  it.  he  sighed  as  he  made  his  way  into  the  front  entrance  of  masters,  rubbing  his  hand  at  the  back  of  his  head  before  he  made  his  way  to  his  office.  here  goes  nothing,  he  thought.

“  ‘course  i  noticed,  ”  he  answered  easily,  “  i  met  you  here.  ”  griffin  smiled  at  her  as  she  touched  his  jaw,  biting  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek.  he  and  gemma  had  always  had  a  friendship  that  dipped  into  flirtation  world  –  it  was  always  worse  when  they  were  drunk  and  there  was  an  empty  stall  nearby  in  the  ball.  but  what  he  liked  about  them  was  that  they  could  do  stuff  like  that  and  still  talk  normally  the  next  morning.  “  it  is  ?  maybe  that’s  why  it  sounded  so  familiar,  ”  he  mused.  “  i’ll  have  someone  from  legal  handle  the  trademarks  so  we  have  permission  to  use  the  name,  if  we  want.  ”  and  for  a  better  reason,  too,  than  a  movie  about  guinea  pigs.  “  you  won’t  get  in  trouble  with  HR,  ”  he  assured,  leaning  forward  in  his  chair  as  he  looked  at  gemma,  mischief  in  his  eyes.  “  let’s  leave  and  get  drinks.  right  now.   ”

AURI WAS NEVER one to judge, so she barely flinched when the other told her about her dislike of tapioca bubbles – even though she, herself, loved them.  ❝ honestly, i can see that. ❞ their textures were very unique and apparently not for everyone. ❝ i’ve never had lychee bubbles, but i do like strawberry and mango bubbles. peach bubbles are also very good. ❞ she spoke, the last sentence almost an afterthought. auri thanked the doorman and stepped out of the building, the wind ruffling her skirt. she tried not to wrinkle her nose as the loud traffic noises assaulted her ears. ❝ if i wasn’t so set in eating chocolate croissant today i’d try the lychee bubbles just in your honor. might try the next time. ❞ her voice was a little louder than before, but not 

gemma was, truthfully, just a sucker for any kind of fruit, so listening to auri list off te ones she liked just made her crave that over anything else. but chocolate, she reminded herself, and what else mattered when she was about to have a chocolate pastry? literally nothing. “you literally just listed like...three of my favorite fruits, so. but you should definitely try the lychee whenever you can, it’s genuinely so good.” the smile gemma shot the doorman was warm, like her thank you, and new york traffic sounds always turned into background noise as soon as she stepped outside. “there’s this one place that has the best boba tea, we should go for lunch one day. the food is also to die for, and it’s not too far from work.” gemma liked to go there, when she needed to get out of the office for a little while.

“Well, thank you.” Allison said, lifting the pen a little to show her gratitude. The following question caught her off guard. The thought of just doing it was not something that occurred to her. She was all for taking initiative, and getting a task done. But to change the format of what they asked for felt like she was pushing things a little too far. “Oh. I’ve never really been put in a… decision making position before. I guess I just kind of figured that they would want to know. But, I guess that is kind of stupid on my part.”

Tom could only shrug. They weren’t the type to go down negative hypotheticals and he wasn’t about to start after some drinks. “Nerves, maybe? I don’t know. This is the furthest I’ve lived from home and it’s weird starting over,” Tom confessed. They’d heard plenty of horror stories about how it was hard to make friends after college despite acquiring new friends never having been a problem in the past. Their social skills still seemed to hold up over here on the east coast and it didn’t hurt that it was summer either. People were naturally more social and that was an environment Tom thrived in. “Well first we gotta finish what we’ve got here,” Tom said gesturing to their dwindling supply of sangria for the table, “Then we should… I don’t know, are there any markets happening right now? Or a party? I just wanna find people, you know?” Pretty people and pretty things were two of Tom’s favorite things. 

“you’re magnetic,” gemma said, assuredly, like it was just a fact. and to them, it was. they didn’t need to be drinking a little bit for that statement to hold true to them; tom was a person that people wanted to be around. that she wanted to be around. “why did you move from seattle, though? i mean, if i can ask.” truthfully, gemma couldn’t imagine herself doing it: packing up, going all the way across the country like that. she would miss the city too much, the homesickness would eat her alive. “oh, i never leave a pitcher or a plate full, don’t worry,” she waved a hand, “and trust, there’s going to be a party going on somewhere. you just have to know how to find it, and luckily for you, i’m an expert.”

not me realizing i named my jeremy shada character fin

( JEREMY SHADA, 23, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of FINLEY ‘FIN’ OLSON. he’s the MUSIC PRODUCER who’s known around the office as THE GOOFBALL if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re EASYGOING but INDECISIVE, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who LIKES TO REMIX TIKTOK SONGS WHEN HE SHOULD BE WORKING. anyways, here’s the coffee that they ordered.

“ oh, that’s an easy deal. breaking bread with people is easily one of my favorite parts of this weird little journey we call life. ” if gemma’s one-bite takoyaki situation was supposed to be embarrassing, parker didn’t notice; he just assumed that was how takoyaki was meant to be consumed, and let he who never opened his mouth too wide for a takoyaki ball cast the first stone, right? either way, he cheers’d gemma’s takoyaki helping with his own, then pushed the standard black-with-red-and-gold-accents plastic tray holding the sushi rolls in gemma’s general direction. “ okay, in all fairness, i wasn’t just, like, taking huge gulps of honey all day long. just, you know, a drizzle here, a drizzle there … and then suddenly it was four pm and the honey hadn’t done shit to stop me from getting hungry. and now my honey-to-lemon ratio for tea is probably off, so that’s disappointing. ”

“  they  did  hire  me  because  i’m  pretty  too,  actually,  ”  griffin  smiled,  but  he  was  also  being completely  serious.  “  my  boss  told  me  once  that  the  spot  i  have  now  was  between  me  and  this  other  lobbyist  who  had  way  more  experience  than  i  did.  like  a  whole  extra  list  of  experiences  on  his  resume.  but  they  ended  up  choosing  me  because  he  was  hard  to  look  at.  ”  and  about  half  of  the  bills  he  lobbied  for  required  him  to  be  on  c-span  for  at  least  five  hours,  so  he  supposed  masters  wanted  someone  on  the  air  who  didn’t  have  a  giant  boil  on  their  chin.  “  g-squared…  ”  he  tested  the  name  out  loud,  humming.  “  …g-force  ?  ”  he  suggested  next.  he  was  sure  that  was  a  movie  title  but  they’d  worry  about  copyrights  later.  “  i  do,  ”  griffin  insisted,  “  more  often  than  you  might  think.  but  i  will  complain  the  entire  time  i  am  getting  ahead  of  deadlines  either  way.  shit’s  so  fucking  exhausting.  ”  he  was  tempted  to  see  if  gemma  just  wanted  to  leave  early  and  get  a  drink  with  him  even  though  it  was  only  –  he  glanced  at  the  time  on  his  computer  –  2:37.  “  man.  if  only  i  had  something  of  a  liquid  variety  to  get  me  motivated  to  do  my  work.  ”

“Stop, that’s so kind of you to say,” Tom grinned. They often came off bubbly and the alcohol certainly didn’t hurt in making them gush over the compliment. It was a sweet thing to hear from someone Tom was liking getting to know Gemma. It was different for him considering he was new and without the group he usually had back home so making the company of new people last was high on his priority list. So if she was down for an adventure on a work night how could Tom say no? “You aren’t wrong there. What could we get up to though?” Tom questioned. Most wild things they got up to in New York thus far had been at the hands of a New Yorker stepping in and Tom going along for the ride.

“why wouldn’t the city love you, though?” and she meant that; there was this air about tom that gemma thought of as magnetic, maybe a little magical. being around them made everything seem a little warmer, a little nicer, a little more like things were tinted rose. maybe it was just because she knew that was how he still looked at things, at the city; maybe things needed to be looked at like that, sometimes. “oh, i mean, you name it, it’s probably happening around here somewhere,” gemma said, thinking about all the things she’d gotten up to before in the city, no matter the day, the time. that was the great thing about living somewhere as big as new york: all kinds of people meant all kinds of things going on, no matter what the rest of the block was doing. she was sure that she’d be able to find something for them to do.

Allison hesitated briefly before taking the pen. Pen, to her, was synonymous with commitment. Sure, white-out existed, but it still somehow felt too confident. Still, she couldn’t use the tiny stub of pencil she had left. “Thank you. I can get it back to you soon, promise. It’s new, I’d hate for you to lose it so quickly.” She stared down at the pages, shrugging slightly. “I think they want to be able to add as we go… but we could just print pages as we go, too…” Allison leaned back in her seat, eyebrows knitting together in thought. She was just so focused on getting the task at hand done, and alternative methods never came to mind. “I guess I could ask them if that would be okay.”

               𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   from   the   fashion   floor   must’ve   been   exhausting   ,   but   minnie   was   three   quarters   of   her   way   through   a   bottle   of   wine   in   a   starbucks   tumbler   before   her   lunch   break   and   the   music   was   blasting   .   “   i’d   rather   be   drunk   but   at   least   i’m   aliiiiiiive   ,   ”   she   sing-songs   to   herself   ,   laughing   at   the   irony   of   the   lyrics  .   she   chews   the   reusable   plastic   draw   between   her   teeth   as   she   compares   some   of   the   photos   she   has   pinned   to   a   board   on   the   wall   .   if   the   pop   playlist   was   disturbing   anyone   ,   she   didn’t   seem   to   care   ,   instead   finding   herself   sorting   through   the   mountain   of   fabrics   ,   photos   and   forms   in   the   room      (   though   mostly   dancing   ,   instead   )   

Allison wasn’t sure how she had ended up working on the paper trail for all the company spending’s. She wasn’t even sure why there needed to be a paper trail in the first place. ‘In case of an outage’ her boss had said. Well, she thought having an external hard drive as a backup was much more reasonable, but who was she to say anything? Snap. The lead of her pencil broke for the third time- probably from the heavy hand of her frustrated writing. She reached for the pencil sharpener, stopping short when she saw how small the Pencil had gotten. “It’s bad enough I have a to write all this by hand, the least they could do is give me a *mechanical* pencil.”

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