Note: This is the first Fanfiction I've ever written, so be gentle! It is also just the beginning as I figure things out. ;)
It had not been easy to just sit there watching through the glass wall of the office. It was the third time this week he was yelling at her and this time, she didn't know what about. Her glasses were tipped down her nose slightly, pretending she was reading through a few sheets of paper but her eyes were directed elsewhere without making it too obvious. At least, she didn't think it was obvious. Sloan caught Maggie's attention from across the newsroom but instead of calling her out, glanced toward the office to watch the spat. The glass was soundproof but her curiosity was sparked. She tried not to pay attention to it and attempted to accomplish more of her work.
Sloan didn't notice she had been spotted and continued to focus, only once in a while looking down at her paper to words that at the time did not make sense. She leaned back in her chair, frustrated, but realizing Mackenzie was nodding her head, as if she were accepting defeat, and made to leave Will's office. He said one more thing that caused her to stop, looking back, before not commenting on whatever it was and leaving. There was a moment where Mackenzie looked in her direction and she—quite noticeably—looked away, her cheeks burning.
Her fingers pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and she tried to focus on the article in her hands but while her eyes skimmed the words, her mind was on something else entirely.