Greed
(A/N: Hey! Thank you ALL for your reviews! I am loving them! UHM.. I am really excited about this fic because I am getting a lot of reviews, and I am trying to break my record of 84. So, if there is any way you can help this, be my guest!)
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Monica stood in front of chandler's desk, a bit confused about how he put it all together, but then again she had never been too secretive about them. She smiled.
"Well, I accept your apology, but I guess I am sorry too."
"For what? You didn't do anything." Chandler reassured her. Monica shook her head.
"No. I should have told you how I felt a long time ago." She smiled. "So, now that we know, uh, would you like to go get a cup of coffee or something?" She asked hopefully. Chandler paused for a long while, just staring at her.
"Look, Monica, how long have we been in this business?"
"About six years?" She guessed.
"We know by now that, careers and romance just don't mix. Not right now, not with the job we have." He said trying to let her down gently. Monica nodded.
"Oh. Okay. I'll just go-" She said walking out. She got to his door and paused. "Why did you even bring it up then?" She asked not waiting for an answer. She was out of the room.
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Rachel walked out of Ross' office. She was tired, with all the talking and all. She began to let her mind wander in the cab she took home. Part of her really wanted to join the Gleemonex team. She wanted to see Ross every day... What was she thinking? It's not as if she were attracted to Ross. Was she? She started to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if Chandler didn't want to sell? Would she have the guts to quit and go to Gleemonex? She just didn't know. She would worry about it in the morning.
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"No, no, no, no, no, NO!!!" Chandler said walking into his office. Rachel followed in behind him, looking emotionally drained.
"Chandler, just think about it! This could be good for us..."
"No, I am not selling to those sellouts over at Gleemonex. We will just have to-"
"Have to what? Ruin our reputation even more? Drive us further into the hole that we've dug?" She almost yelled. "Monica has been that straw that has broken the camel's back. We have no other options and with the rate we are falling, we are closer to filing for liquidation than coming up with anything else. Now we can either lose our company to the banks, leaving over 500 people out of a job, or we can *merge* with Gleemonex, maybe even making the biggest financial up our company has had." She said sitting down, feeling victorious. Chandler just stared at her for a long moment before sitting at his desk.
"Whose side are you on?" He asked in a perplexed tone. Rachel was silent. She frowned.
"I'm not choosing sides. Mr. Geller just-"
"I never should have sent you to help." He said in a cold tone. Rachel glared at him.
"What? What does this have to do with me?" She asked confronting him.
"You give up too easily! Plus, you get your emotions involved, and I can't have that."
"This was my first time....well, for you guys. But I tried my best, I'm sorry that Mr. Geller had better ideas than this company has."
"And you're not choosing sides?" He said non-believing. Rachel grunted.
"You are too damn stubborn! Arcom is dying! You said so yourself, it's going to shit. And you won't even do one thing about it!"
"What am I supposed to do?" He yelled.
"Sell!" She shouted as she left. At this point she didn't care if she were fired or not. This was ridiculous. He was one weak boss.
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Ross sat at his desk, pretending to be focusing on the grosses again, but had his mind somewhere else, actually, in another building. He looked out the window, wishing he could see what she was doing now, Rachel that is. He leaned back and called Phoebe in. Soon, she ambled into the room with her clipboard.
"Yes, Mr. Geller?"
"Pheebs, it's just Ross. And, please, will you do me a personally favor?"
"Not again!" She sighed, kneeling.
"No, not that!" Ross exclaimed, making her get back to her feet.
"If you don't need me to shine your shoes, what?" She asked. (Shining his shoes, not what you thought at first, eh?)
"Okay, what can I do?"
"Call Rachel Green, see if she talked to Mr. Bing yet and convinced him to sell. If not, send her some roses to seal the deal." He smiled, looking down at his papers, still thinking about her. Phoebe wrote it all down. She frowned at the last thing he said, and looked at him for a long moment.
"What about your wife, sir?" She asked. Ross went pale with guilt for a moment, before shrugging it off.
"What about her?" He asked.
"Do you want me to send her roses?" She asked. Ross just stared.
"You know Emily and I are having a tough time right now. She wants a separation, and personally, I do too. So let's leave it at that." He said taking a swig of his coffee. Phoebe shrugged.
"Maybe you need to give your marriage another chance before finding a little thing on the side, aka Rachel Green, and end up divorcing your second wife!" Phoebe said sitting down in his chair.
"Hey, I tried. Okay?" He paused. "And I really like Rachel. She is very important to-"
"The company." Phoebe finished.
"Excuse me?" Ross hissed.
"Ross, you are using her to get Arcom into your greedy little hands!"
"So what if I am? Okay? I like her, so it counts! YES I need her help, but that was coincidence!" He shot at her. Phoebe stood.
"Do you want red roses, or pink?" She asked changing the subject wearily. Ross looked at her hopelessly.
"I don't know, you choose." He said sitting down. Phoebe walked towards the doors.
"Maybe that's your problem, you have to have someone tell you what it is." She said before she left. And for once, he was speechless.
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Monica filled Chandler's coffee mug, trying not to look upset. Chandler looked at her, trying not to look interested.
"How many nights have you stayed after this week?" He asked her. She shrugged.
"All five." Chandler sat back once more.
"So, what's new with you?" He asked. Monica shrugged once more.
"Nothing."
"Look, Monica, I'm sorry, okay? I just-"
"YOU just what Chandler? YOU don't have time to pay attention to people's feelings? You don't think I'm good enough for you?"
"No, I just-"
"Well, Chandler, you had your chance." She said slamming the coffee pot down. Chandler rubbed his temples.
"I like you too, okay? I don't know why I've been feeling like this lately, but all I want to do is....throw you down on this desk and kiss you all over." He said laughing. Monica folded her arms.
"Is this funny to you?" She asked. Chandlers stood up.
"No, is this?" He asked kissing her passionately. At first she was resistant, then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, fully. Things might just get complicated.
XOXOElizabethXOXO
(A/N: Hey! Thank you ALL for your reviews! I am loving them! UHM.. I am really excited about this fic because I am getting a lot of reviews, and I am trying to break my record of 84. So, if there is any way you can help this, be my guest!)
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Monica stood in front of chandler's desk, a bit confused about how he put it all together, but then again she had never been too secretive about them. She smiled.
"Well, I accept your apology, but I guess I am sorry too."
"For what? You didn't do anything." Chandler reassured her. Monica shook her head.
"No. I should have told you how I felt a long time ago." She smiled. "So, now that we know, uh, would you like to go get a cup of coffee or something?" She asked hopefully. Chandler paused for a long while, just staring at her.
"Look, Monica, how long have we been in this business?"
"About six years?" She guessed.
"We know by now that, careers and romance just don't mix. Not right now, not with the job we have." He said trying to let her down gently. Monica nodded.
"Oh. Okay. I'll just go-" She said walking out. She got to his door and paused. "Why did you even bring it up then?" She asked not waiting for an answer. She was out of the room.
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Rachel walked out of Ross' office. She was tired, with all the talking and all. She began to let her mind wander in the cab she took home. Part of her really wanted to join the Gleemonex team. She wanted to see Ross every day... What was she thinking? It's not as if she were attracted to Ross. Was she? She started to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if Chandler didn't want to sell? Would she have the guts to quit and go to Gleemonex? She just didn't know. She would worry about it in the morning.
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"No, no, no, no, no, NO!!!" Chandler said walking into his office. Rachel followed in behind him, looking emotionally drained.
"Chandler, just think about it! This could be good for us..."
"No, I am not selling to those sellouts over at Gleemonex. We will just have to-"
"Have to what? Ruin our reputation even more? Drive us further into the hole that we've dug?" She almost yelled. "Monica has been that straw that has broken the camel's back. We have no other options and with the rate we are falling, we are closer to filing for liquidation than coming up with anything else. Now we can either lose our company to the banks, leaving over 500 people out of a job, or we can *merge* with Gleemonex, maybe even making the biggest financial up our company has had." She said sitting down, feeling victorious. Chandler just stared at her for a long moment before sitting at his desk.
"Whose side are you on?" He asked in a perplexed tone. Rachel was silent. She frowned.
"I'm not choosing sides. Mr. Geller just-"
"I never should have sent you to help." He said in a cold tone. Rachel glared at him.
"What? What does this have to do with me?" She asked confronting him.
"You give up too easily! Plus, you get your emotions involved, and I can't have that."
"This was my first time....well, for you guys. But I tried my best, I'm sorry that Mr. Geller had better ideas than this company has."
"And you're not choosing sides?" He said non-believing. Rachel grunted.
"You are too damn stubborn! Arcom is dying! You said so yourself, it's going to shit. And you won't even do one thing about it!"
"What am I supposed to do?" He yelled.
"Sell!" She shouted as she left. At this point she didn't care if she were fired or not. This was ridiculous. He was one weak boss.
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Ross sat at his desk, pretending to be focusing on the grosses again, but had his mind somewhere else, actually, in another building. He looked out the window, wishing he could see what she was doing now, Rachel that is. He leaned back and called Phoebe in. Soon, she ambled into the room with her clipboard.
"Yes, Mr. Geller?"
"Pheebs, it's just Ross. And, please, will you do me a personally favor?"
"Not again!" She sighed, kneeling.
"No, not that!" Ross exclaimed, making her get back to her feet.
"If you don't need me to shine your shoes, what?" She asked. (Shining his shoes, not what you thought at first, eh?)
"Okay, what can I do?"
"Call Rachel Green, see if she talked to Mr. Bing yet and convinced him to sell. If not, send her some roses to seal the deal." He smiled, looking down at his papers, still thinking about her. Phoebe wrote it all down. She frowned at the last thing he said, and looked at him for a long moment.
"What about your wife, sir?" She asked. Ross went pale with guilt for a moment, before shrugging it off.
"What about her?" He asked.
"Do you want me to send her roses?" She asked. Ross just stared.
"You know Emily and I are having a tough time right now. She wants a separation, and personally, I do too. So let's leave it at that." He said taking a swig of his coffee. Phoebe shrugged.
"Maybe you need to give your marriage another chance before finding a little thing on the side, aka Rachel Green, and end up divorcing your second wife!" Phoebe said sitting down in his chair.
"Hey, I tried. Okay?" He paused. "And I really like Rachel. She is very important to-"
"The company." Phoebe finished.
"Excuse me?" Ross hissed.
"Ross, you are using her to get Arcom into your greedy little hands!"
"So what if I am? Okay? I like her, so it counts! YES I need her help, but that was coincidence!" He shot at her. Phoebe stood.
"Do you want red roses, or pink?" She asked changing the subject wearily. Ross looked at her hopelessly.
"I don't know, you choose." He said sitting down. Phoebe walked towards the doors.
"Maybe that's your problem, you have to have someone tell you what it is." She said before she left. And for once, he was speechless.
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Monica filled Chandler's coffee mug, trying not to look upset. Chandler looked at her, trying not to look interested.
"How many nights have you stayed after this week?" He asked her. She shrugged.
"All five." Chandler sat back once more.
"So, what's new with you?" He asked. Monica shrugged once more.
"Nothing."
"Look, Monica, I'm sorry, okay? I just-"
"YOU just what Chandler? YOU don't have time to pay attention to people's feelings? You don't think I'm good enough for you?"
"No, I just-"
"Well, Chandler, you had your chance." She said slamming the coffee pot down. Chandler rubbed his temples.
"I like you too, okay? I don't know why I've been feeling like this lately, but all I want to do is....throw you down on this desk and kiss you all over." He said laughing. Monica folded her arms.
"Is this funny to you?" She asked. Chandlers stood up.
"No, is this?" He asked kissing her passionately. At first she was resistant, then she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, fully. Things might just get complicated.
XOXOElizabethXOXO