Living Large
The woman stepped out of her BMW convertible car, taking the hand of the bus boy. With a simple smile, she flipped her hair and entered the tall skyscraper building. The building was alive with activity. Many workers, or what the people like her called: Guinea Pigs, ran around in chaotic frenzy. Many stopped to smile or wave, but the dark haired woman simple rolled her eyes and stepped onto the elevator. It was a typical morning in Arcom Inc.
The double doors to the staff room flew open. The woman stared at her "higher" co-workers. They were the highest in this company. The best of the best. If there was a way to make money, they knew all the go's and the stop's. First, as we have met, was Monica Geller. The attention needy work girl. She was aggressive and meant business. She was the proud manager of the calls department. She walked over to get herself a nice cup of coffee
"Looks like its payday." A rich, seductive voice rang. Rachel Green, the web site manager was looking at her paycheck. She was the newest employee, only two months now, but she was a pro. She flipped her long, light brown, (almost blonde) hair and smiled. "Good thing too. I need new shoes." She half smiled. She walked across the room to the coffee machine.
"There you are." Chandler Bing said entering. He was a man in his late twenties, like the rest of them. He was the group's comic relief. Especially when times were at their worst, he tried his best to make things easier. This is probably why he was made President and CEO of Arcom Inc.
"James Bond is here." Rachel flirted. She, of course, had no intention of pursuing Chandler, but that's how they were with each other. Everyone had slept with everyone. Every one had stolen, everyone had blackmailed. Yet, they were very, very best friends.
Monica smiled at Chandler. She didn't smile at anyone. She was known as the "Heartless Bitch" of the company, and liked it that way. No one said this to her face. She had the most dirt on every one. She could make you or brake you in a second. And the glory of her title was: No one knew one little thing about her.
"Who's ready to kick some ass?" He asked getting his coffee. All smiled at him. If there was one person's good side to be on, it was his. He had all the benefits, all the perks. He was the million-dollar man here. And getting into his pants, for the girls at least, meant a big bonus. Monica liked him before he was rich though. They had gone to college together. She handed him a letter.
"This arrived this morning." She watched him skim the letter up and sown. Suddenly, he looked very worried.
"We have a problem." He said frantically.
"Yes?" Rachel asked quickly.
"We are being sued. By Gleemonex Co."
Meanwhile.
At another skyscraper, on the other side of the city, the building showed just as much chaos and work as Arcom. Only this was Gleemonex Co.
Phoebe Buffey, the airy secretary, was placing some papers on a desk in a large office. There was another person in the office with her. A man. Phoebe was very good at getting information, even if it meant getting intimate. She did what she had to do to please, every one.
"What are our numbers?" Phoebe's black high heels crossed the room until she stood behind Joey Tribbianni, the smooth talking accountant of the company. He was in charge of the company funds and such.
"Our stock share went up today, and the company raked in a few million yesterday from horny old men looking for porno sites on the Internet." he smiled mischievously.
"That's always good." Phoebe smiled, adding a little sexual tension to the room.
"I hope everyone has gotten down to business." Another voice entered. Ross Geller, (No relation to Monica Geller) walked in one step at a time. "I'm sure that you two have." He was the president of the company, and handled all legal matters. His appearance certainly fit the job: His neatly polished shoes and black suit.
"Good morning sir." Phoebe smiled. Ross nodded.
"Any word from those bastards at Arcom?" He asked hopefully. Phoebe shook her head.
"Not yet." Ross looked at her for a moment, and suddenly she was clued in. "It would help of I was at my desk taking call though." She smiled embarrassed. Ross nodded and walked to his desk.
"How will our company benefit from suing Arcom? Really Joe, they have been our best partners for a year now. So what if they borrowed some of our ideas?" He said sadly.
"What? Mr. Geller, they are getting FILTHY RICH off of our ideas! They totally cheated us?"
"First of all, you know me very well Joe, call me Ross. And how did they get our ideas?" Ross asked suspiciously. Joey looked at him nervously.
"That Monica chick said she thought I was hot! She seduced me, it wasn't my fault!" Joey pleaded. Ross simply nodded.
"Look, Joe, next time, think with your brain, not your dick. Okay? We are going down right now! The best thing I can this of is to sell the company if we keep on losing all these millions!" Ross said slamming his annual report on his desk.
"I will try my hardest to stop that from happening. Maybe we need to take out another loan until this Arcom thing blows over." Joey suggested.
"Joey, we still haven't paid our last loan off. We are stuck, we are financially stuck." Ross said rubbing his temples.
"Well, the company might be, but we aren't." Joey smiled. Ross rolled his eyes. Phoebe entered the room.
"Mr. Geller? There is a Chandler Bing, president of Arcom on line two. He would like to speak with you." She said quickly. Ross waved her off and looked at Joey.
"Just think about it sir." Joey said slowly as he left. Ross sat staring at his phone before he picked it up and pressed line two.
"Mr. Bing?" He asked. "Yes, I'm ready to cooperate."
*TBC?*
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
Different Eh? I got the idea kind of from Gabe, who I am very disappointed in for starting such a wonderful fic and not finishing! I promise, C + M Fans, and R + R fans will be please, Joey and Phoebe fans? I dunno, review!
The woman stepped out of her BMW convertible car, taking the hand of the bus boy. With a simple smile, she flipped her hair and entered the tall skyscraper building. The building was alive with activity. Many workers, or what the people like her called: Guinea Pigs, ran around in chaotic frenzy. Many stopped to smile or wave, but the dark haired woman simple rolled her eyes and stepped onto the elevator. It was a typical morning in Arcom Inc.
The double doors to the staff room flew open. The woman stared at her "higher" co-workers. They were the highest in this company. The best of the best. If there was a way to make money, they knew all the go's and the stop's. First, as we have met, was Monica Geller. The attention needy work girl. She was aggressive and meant business. She was the proud manager of the calls department. She walked over to get herself a nice cup of coffee
"Looks like its payday." A rich, seductive voice rang. Rachel Green, the web site manager was looking at her paycheck. She was the newest employee, only two months now, but she was a pro. She flipped her long, light brown, (almost blonde) hair and smiled. "Good thing too. I need new shoes." She half smiled. She walked across the room to the coffee machine.
"There you are." Chandler Bing said entering. He was a man in his late twenties, like the rest of them. He was the group's comic relief. Especially when times were at their worst, he tried his best to make things easier. This is probably why he was made President and CEO of Arcom Inc.
"James Bond is here." Rachel flirted. She, of course, had no intention of pursuing Chandler, but that's how they were with each other. Everyone had slept with everyone. Every one had stolen, everyone had blackmailed. Yet, they were very, very best friends.
Monica smiled at Chandler. She didn't smile at anyone. She was known as the "Heartless Bitch" of the company, and liked it that way. No one said this to her face. She had the most dirt on every one. She could make you or brake you in a second. And the glory of her title was: No one knew one little thing about her.
"Who's ready to kick some ass?" He asked getting his coffee. All smiled at him. If there was one person's good side to be on, it was his. He had all the benefits, all the perks. He was the million-dollar man here. And getting into his pants, for the girls at least, meant a big bonus. Monica liked him before he was rich though. They had gone to college together. She handed him a letter.
"This arrived this morning." She watched him skim the letter up and sown. Suddenly, he looked very worried.
"We have a problem." He said frantically.
"Yes?" Rachel asked quickly.
"We are being sued. By Gleemonex Co."
Meanwhile.
At another skyscraper, on the other side of the city, the building showed just as much chaos and work as Arcom. Only this was Gleemonex Co.
Phoebe Buffey, the airy secretary, was placing some papers on a desk in a large office. There was another person in the office with her. A man. Phoebe was very good at getting information, even if it meant getting intimate. She did what she had to do to please, every one.
"What are our numbers?" Phoebe's black high heels crossed the room until she stood behind Joey Tribbianni, the smooth talking accountant of the company. He was in charge of the company funds and such.
"Our stock share went up today, and the company raked in a few million yesterday from horny old men looking for porno sites on the Internet." he smiled mischievously.
"That's always good." Phoebe smiled, adding a little sexual tension to the room.
"I hope everyone has gotten down to business." Another voice entered. Ross Geller, (No relation to Monica Geller) walked in one step at a time. "I'm sure that you two have." He was the president of the company, and handled all legal matters. His appearance certainly fit the job: His neatly polished shoes and black suit.
"Good morning sir." Phoebe smiled. Ross nodded.
"Any word from those bastards at Arcom?" He asked hopefully. Phoebe shook her head.
"Not yet." Ross looked at her for a moment, and suddenly she was clued in. "It would help of I was at my desk taking call though." She smiled embarrassed. Ross nodded and walked to his desk.
"How will our company benefit from suing Arcom? Really Joe, they have been our best partners for a year now. So what if they borrowed some of our ideas?" He said sadly.
"What? Mr. Geller, they are getting FILTHY RICH off of our ideas! They totally cheated us?"
"First of all, you know me very well Joe, call me Ross. And how did they get our ideas?" Ross asked suspiciously. Joey looked at him nervously.
"That Monica chick said she thought I was hot! She seduced me, it wasn't my fault!" Joey pleaded. Ross simply nodded.
"Look, Joe, next time, think with your brain, not your dick. Okay? We are going down right now! The best thing I can this of is to sell the company if we keep on losing all these millions!" Ross said slamming his annual report on his desk.
"I will try my hardest to stop that from happening. Maybe we need to take out another loan until this Arcom thing blows over." Joey suggested.
"Joey, we still haven't paid our last loan off. We are stuck, we are financially stuck." Ross said rubbing his temples.
"Well, the company might be, but we aren't." Joey smiled. Ross rolled his eyes. Phoebe entered the room.
"Mr. Geller? There is a Chandler Bing, president of Arcom on line two. He would like to speak with you." She said quickly. Ross waved her off and looked at Joey.
"Just think about it sir." Joey said slowly as he left. Ross sat staring at his phone before he picked it up and pressed line two.
"Mr. Bing?" He asked. "Yes, I'm ready to cooperate."
*TBC?*
XOXOELIZABETHXOXO
Different Eh? I got the idea kind of from Gabe, who I am very disappointed in for starting such a wonderful fic and not finishing! I promise, C + M Fans, and R + R fans will be please, Joey and Phoebe fans? I dunno, review!