Author's Note:
** STORY MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS **
I do not own any of the characters apart from my OC, Mikaela Kaitlyn Marshall. Information provided (about Google, etc.) may not be accurate, please do not regard them more than just a detail in the story. :)

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Mikaela's POV

Watching the chaos that was the grouping of interns could be ever so entertaining. Being involved as a Noogler and now overlooking the process after years in the job, had been refreshing. It was truly the first step to seeing a person's true colours. That was why Mr. Chetty had been keeping a keen eye on the process while I was lazing on the couch that faced the frenzied Nooglers. The motive for my presence in this year's Noogler's program had still been a mystery to everyone but the decision maker. The projects I'm involved in were coincidentally rearranged perfectly to fit this in my schedule.

" , I don't have… a team." Lyle's voice was enough to break through my train of thoughts as I made my way to the pair. My eyes widened at the words from the older male. "Wait, what? Lyle is managing the leftovers? That's not fair." The terror in Lyle's eyes didn't help with my protest as his owl-like stare urged me to stop and run while I could. Lyle and I had started our career in Google at the same time… almost. I was a Noogler, he was… Speaking of which, how did he get into Google? I've got to remember to ask him later. Anyway, main point was that we were close friends.

"Well. Lyle's a first time manager; he's already at a disadvantage, grouping him with th-" Oh. Uh oh. No good. Mr Chetty's amused expression told me he had anticipated the exact situation. He knew this was going to happen the moment he accepted the two sirs into the program. I mean. University of Phoenix? Who were they kidding?

"Since you have so kindly offered, you would be providing assistance to the group." My mouth was left hanging as I blinked once. Then twice. "W-what? Hold it. You planned this! I can't manage a group!" He was unfazed by my accusation, simply holding up his right hand, silencing my objections before continuing in a cool tone. Man, did I hate it when he does that. "You said it yourself, they were at a disadvantage. They have two charity cases that most probably know nothing about… Well, anything. Do you really want to see Lyle struggle and fail?"

"…That's emotional blackmail." My eyes narrowed as Lyle desperately pulled me away from the scene, setting me in front of Billy and Nick. It wasn't long before I pulled away from Lyle's nervous ramble. It was awkward, and I want no part of it.

"Ms Mikaela Kaitlyn Marshall?" The thick British accent sounded from beside, a tad too much if you asked me, but benefit of doubt, right? "That's me. And you are…?" With my hand outstretched in an instinctive corporate procedure, my eyes searched his for answers. "I'm Graham Hawtrey. Such a pleasure to meet you! You were employed into Google at the age of 17?! That's incredible. And was offered a scholarship?" By now my hands had retracted back to my sides, my eyes darted to Lyle for an escape at the commotion this guy had created on my behalf. It was even harder to miss the look of disgust plastered on Billy's face, which thankfully, was directed to the other party in question.

"Well, I…" I started, though not knowing what to respond first. The information on my journey with Google wasn't something that I had wanted to be announced to an entire fleet of Nooglers. Heck, I barely mentioned them at all to my colleagues. These things cause friction in relationships, comparisons would be made and the next thing you know, everything gets complicated. "Kaela's assisting my group in the process, because she's cool like a cucumber you know?" A terrible phrase like that would usually make me cringe visibly, but now relief was apparent as I cringed inwardly instead.

Graham hadn't bothered covering his displeasure as he took a step towards me, a smirk decorating his face. "Assist them? Really? You know you can do better than that! Come on, join us instead! I would make us the top group at the end of the internship." Confidence was something that he had enough to share across the cohort. Better yet, give them to his fellow group mate who was now munching on his fifth croissant. My eyes quirked as I took a step closer, tugging up his pass as I did. "Graham Hawtrey, huh. Well, if you have the ability to bring your group to the top, surely you are too good to be in need of my assistance." Letting go of his tag, my hand reached to give him a pat on the shoulder before walking off. "Good luck balancing that head on those shoulders, Graham. Let's go, guys."

There were times when I wished Lyle would stop talking, and there were times I wished he wouldn't. Today was one of the latter days. Eyes were on me as I fidgeted in the arm chair, uncomfortable with being the centre of attention after the previous display. "No one touches Lyle on my watch." Breaking my silence, a glare was sent in Stuart's way as he merely scoffed at the comeback. "Oh, really? That's the first thing you say after muting yourself?" If looks could kill, and Stuart was a cat with nine lives, he would've died all nine times. "Yes, and I will say it again. No one touches Lyle, or I will hit you where it hurts."

…

"… WELL OKAY. My name is Neha…" The introductions continued and so did the tension in the room. Neha didn't help with her… cosplay talk, which had only managed to turn my face crimson red at the explanation and her… uh. Fantasies. Billy and Nick didn't help with their questions towards Yoyo, and Stuart didn't (pfft surprising? Think not.) with his constant need to argue with… females. Silence ensued once again as the attention returned to me.

"What? I was sure that Graham dude said everything you needed to know about me already." … "Okay. Fine. I'm Mikaela Kaitlyn Marshall. Been in Google the same time as Lyle, when I was 17, I-" "She was headhunted by Mr Chetty. Youngest intern he had ever employed." That proud smile of a father's had somehow found its way to Lyle as the curly haired boy interrupted my introduction. "Yea, well, didn't want to divulge that information." A stern stare at the older male had him muttering a soft apology before I sighed in defeat. "Anyway, you guys can call me by my name or Micky, Kaela, KK, the nicknames are pretty endless and I'm generally fine with most of them. That's all."

"Well great. Translation lecture is up in 15, let's go Team Lyle!" Up until now, the greatest team spirit we have had was the united silence we hold towards Lyle.

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