Greed
Phoebe paced around Joey's small office. Soon Joey entered, arms full of papers. He paused and looked up at her.
"Hey, what's up, Pheebs?" He asked. Phoebe bit her lip, peeling off a light layer of skin.
"I'm worried Joe. Gleemonex doesn't seem to be rising. And now Ross wants to bring Rachel Green onto the staff. I don't know if this is a good idea." She said pacing again. Joey paused.
"What is wrong with that?" He asked. Phoebe looked at him dramatically.
"How long have we been dating?" She asked. Joey shrugged as he finally set his papers down.
"We've worked together for a few years, I guess we've been together for about three. Why?" He asked.
"Joey, I know that you have other girls on the side-" She paused. "And Rachel is a pretty girl. I don't want you to go for her, that's all." She said about to leave. Joey halted her.
"W-w-w-wait, listen, I DO have other girls on the side. But if that's HONESTLY bothering you, just let me know. I didn't think we were serious." He said chuckling nervously. Phoebe looked hurt.
"Oh." She said simply. She looked at him and smiled a forced smile. "Okay then."
"Uh, I'm guessing that isn't the reason why you came in here." He said sitting. Phoebe looked at him a moment.
"It's nothing serious." She said backtracking back to his comment. Joey sat up.
"Phoebe, are you getting at something?" He asked, getting frustrated at himself that he couldn't establish what she was trying to get across.
"I WANT to be serious." She finally said, sitting down across from him. Joey had never EVER been serious with someone. Sure, he liked Phoebe. But LOVED? He didn't know. "I want to actually date, or even move in together. I don't want to see you with other girls or be with other guys." She paused. Joey looked at her. He would never want to hurt her. But he couldn't change who he was. Not right now, at least.
"I can't."
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The buzzing of the Arcom intercom shot Monica and Chandler straight up. How did they fall asleep on Chandler's desk like that? Monica began to dress quickly, Chandler did the same. Suddenly, the double doors flew open to Rachel, eyes down on a folder, walked in.
"Mr. Bing, I need your signat-AH!" She screamed. Quickly she turned around, not facing them. "Hey Rach, you want some coffee. Sure, I'd love some coffee..." She began to mumble as she hurried out. Soon, both were fully clothed. Chandler looked at his watch.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelped as he began scrimmaging around the room, pulling lose papers into a pile. Monica walked around slower, still dazed and confused. "Mon, can you help? Our meeting with Gleemonex is in ten minutes!" He yelled. Monica picked up a paper by her foot, walking over to him.
"Well, was it like you thought it would be like?" She asked. Chandler turned to her.
"What? It's not like we haven't one it before." He said. Which was true, he and Monica, he and Rachel, whatever the circumstances, he had slept with a lot of girls in his company. Monica brushed off what could have been a diss and handed him his brief case.
"Let's go." He said, hurrying out of his office.
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The conference room C was a little hotter to Chandler this time due to the fact of him RUNNING to make it there. He sat down, rummaging through papers, looking up and Ross, Phoebe and Joey, who were sitting at opposite ends of the table. Rachel leaned in and handed him his folder.
"Here. Go ahead." She coxed. Chandler thanked her and stood.
"Ladies and Gentlemen-" He began. Monica slowly slipped into the room. Rachel turned to see her, then her eyes widened. Monica looked at Rachel and mouthed 'What?' and Rachel motioned towards Monica's mis- buttoned Monica tuned towards the corner to fix it. Rachel turned back to see Ross standing.
"Cut the shit, Bing." Ross began. Rachel sat down in the middle of the two companies, ready to go to either's aid. "Gleemonex has TRIED to be fair, but it just doesn't seem to be working. Now, listen up. I'm sure Miss Green has already approached you with our suggestion and-"
"Yes, she had, and I have turned away that suggestion each time it is risen. When my grandfather created this company in 1967, it was the BEST Company in Manhattan. Then, some new, flashy company appeared. We were here first, and if anyone should have to collaborate, it's you with us." He finished. Ross looked annoyed. He looked over at Joey. Joey stood.
"Mr. Bing, you bring up excellent points, but why don't you hear us out. When your grandfather created this company, did he imagine it having So much bad publicity? Hell, Arcom was the subject of last week's 20/20! And what was the subject of that evening? It was 'which companies screw you over.' Out of 20, Arcom was number one. You're lucky you even have an opportunity like this. This is a once in a life time deal." He finished. Phoebe looked at him.
"You have NO idea." She said under her breath, but loud enough to get a brief stair from the others. Ross looked at Chandler, then at Rachel.
"Let's face it. Arcom is in the toilet. Mr. Bing, your pride could end your grandfather's company. The only thing that would be different if you converted over to us would be the name." He smiled satisfied, sliding what appeared to be a book of papers needed to be signed for the process to begin. Rachel looked at Chandler pleadingly. He held the pen clinched into his hand. He swallowed hard.
"I would like to take a brief break. I will have my decision in a few moments." Chandlers said as he stood to exit the room. Chandler didn't wait for a response. He quickly sprinted out of the conference room and back to his office. Once in the far corner, he loosened his tie and began to breath heavily. What was he going to do? This wasn't at all what he had planned for this company. He was planning on taking Arcom where it had never been. And he didn't even do that because Arcom had been in the toilet MANY times. Monica entered his room, trying to comfort him.
"Chandler?" She asked as she neared him. Chandler didn't stop breathing heavily. "Oh, God, Chandler you're turning blue, came you breathe?" She asked frantically. Chandler shook his head. He was trying desperately to get the air to his lungs, but no breath seemed to be big enough. "Chandler, I'm calling an ambulance!" She said worriedly. Chandler nodded and continued to try and breath.
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"He suffered from a panic attack. I would find it best in his condition to take some time off." The paramedic said as he stood in the doorway of the office. Monica and Rachel nodded. Chandler, now fine, sat wearily at his desk. Monica neared him.
"Did you hear that Chandler? You need a short vacation." She repeated. Chandler looked at her.
"Thank you, but I'm not deaf." He joked. Monica smiled.
"I'm going to go and get you some water." Monica said as she left. Rachel neared him.
"I know I am the last person you want to see right now." She said as she sat close to him. He shook his head.
"No, it's always a pleasure." He said softly. Rachel smiled.
"Well, I signed my share of the papers." She said, then flinched, hoping she wouldn't set Chandler off again. Chandler shrugged.
"Okay. Where do I sign?" He asked. Rachel handed him the papers, but then pulled back.
"You don't have to do this?" She said. Chandler rolled his eyes.
"Make up your mind!" He sighed. Rachel smiled.
"I mean, I know you are doing this because I forced you to." She said. Chandler looked at her and smiled.
"I know you're crazy about his Ross guy, and I wouldn't want to mess up your whole 'Rachel saves the day' act." He joked. "But also, you were right on target. This IS best for Arcom." He said nodding. Rachel thanked him and took the papers to Ross, who was waiting out in the hall.
"He signed them." She said simply. Ross smiled.
"Seriously?" He said loudly. Rachel nodded. Ross looked through the papers excitedly. He looked up and Rachel who was staring at him. Ross finally leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Rachel smiled and kissed him back, placing her hands on his cheeks. Soon he pulled away. "Thank you for everything." He sighed. Rachel nodded.
"No problem. Say, I was wondering, do you want to have dinner some-" Before she could finish, Phoebe turned the corner, not paying attention to anyone but Ross.
"Ross, your wife called again!" She said in an exasperated tone. Rachel's eyes widened in Ross' direction.
"Your WHAT?" She asked.
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Phoebe paced around Joey's small office. Soon Joey entered, arms full of papers. He paused and looked up at her.
"Hey, what's up, Pheebs?" He asked. Phoebe bit her lip, peeling off a light layer of skin.
"I'm worried Joe. Gleemonex doesn't seem to be rising. And now Ross wants to bring Rachel Green onto the staff. I don't know if this is a good idea." She said pacing again. Joey paused.
"What is wrong with that?" He asked. Phoebe looked at him dramatically.
"How long have we been dating?" She asked. Joey shrugged as he finally set his papers down.
"We've worked together for a few years, I guess we've been together for about three. Why?" He asked.
"Joey, I know that you have other girls on the side-" She paused. "And Rachel is a pretty girl. I don't want you to go for her, that's all." She said about to leave. Joey halted her.
"W-w-w-wait, listen, I DO have other girls on the side. But if that's HONESTLY bothering you, just let me know. I didn't think we were serious." He said chuckling nervously. Phoebe looked hurt.
"Oh." She said simply. She looked at him and smiled a forced smile. "Okay then."
"Uh, I'm guessing that isn't the reason why you came in here." He said sitting. Phoebe looked at him a moment.
"It's nothing serious." She said backtracking back to his comment. Joey sat up.
"Phoebe, are you getting at something?" He asked, getting frustrated at himself that he couldn't establish what she was trying to get across.
"I WANT to be serious." She finally said, sitting down across from him. Joey had never EVER been serious with someone. Sure, he liked Phoebe. But LOVED? He didn't know. "I want to actually date, or even move in together. I don't want to see you with other girls or be with other guys." She paused. Joey looked at her. He would never want to hurt her. But he couldn't change who he was. Not right now, at least.
"I can't."
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The buzzing of the Arcom intercom shot Monica and Chandler straight up. How did they fall asleep on Chandler's desk like that? Monica began to dress quickly, Chandler did the same. Suddenly, the double doors flew open to Rachel, eyes down on a folder, walked in.
"Mr. Bing, I need your signat-AH!" She screamed. Quickly she turned around, not facing them. "Hey Rach, you want some coffee. Sure, I'd love some coffee..." She began to mumble as she hurried out. Soon, both were fully clothed. Chandler looked at his watch.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelped as he began scrimmaging around the room, pulling lose papers into a pile. Monica walked around slower, still dazed and confused. "Mon, can you help? Our meeting with Gleemonex is in ten minutes!" He yelled. Monica picked up a paper by her foot, walking over to him.
"Well, was it like you thought it would be like?" She asked. Chandler turned to her.
"What? It's not like we haven't one it before." He said. Which was true, he and Monica, he and Rachel, whatever the circumstances, he had slept with a lot of girls in his company. Monica brushed off what could have been a diss and handed him his brief case.
"Let's go." He said, hurrying out of his office.
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The conference room C was a little hotter to Chandler this time due to the fact of him RUNNING to make it there. He sat down, rummaging through papers, looking up and Ross, Phoebe and Joey, who were sitting at opposite ends of the table. Rachel leaned in and handed him his folder.
"Here. Go ahead." She coxed. Chandler thanked her and stood.
"Ladies and Gentlemen-" He began. Monica slowly slipped into the room. Rachel turned to see her, then her eyes widened. Monica looked at Rachel and mouthed 'What?' and Rachel motioned towards Monica's mis- buttoned Monica tuned towards the corner to fix it. Rachel turned back to see Ross standing.
"Cut the shit, Bing." Ross began. Rachel sat down in the middle of the two companies, ready to go to either's aid. "Gleemonex has TRIED to be fair, but it just doesn't seem to be working. Now, listen up. I'm sure Miss Green has already approached you with our suggestion and-"
"Yes, she had, and I have turned away that suggestion each time it is risen. When my grandfather created this company in 1967, it was the BEST Company in Manhattan. Then, some new, flashy company appeared. We were here first, and if anyone should have to collaborate, it's you with us." He finished. Ross looked annoyed. He looked over at Joey. Joey stood.
"Mr. Bing, you bring up excellent points, but why don't you hear us out. When your grandfather created this company, did he imagine it having So much bad publicity? Hell, Arcom was the subject of last week's 20/20! And what was the subject of that evening? It was 'which companies screw you over.' Out of 20, Arcom was number one. You're lucky you even have an opportunity like this. This is a once in a life time deal." He finished. Phoebe looked at him.
"You have NO idea." She said under her breath, but loud enough to get a brief stair from the others. Ross looked at Chandler, then at Rachel.
"Let's face it. Arcom is in the toilet. Mr. Bing, your pride could end your grandfather's company. The only thing that would be different if you converted over to us would be the name." He smiled satisfied, sliding what appeared to be a book of papers needed to be signed for the process to begin. Rachel looked at Chandler pleadingly. He held the pen clinched into his hand. He swallowed hard.
"I would like to take a brief break. I will have my decision in a few moments." Chandlers said as he stood to exit the room. Chandler didn't wait for a response. He quickly sprinted out of the conference room and back to his office. Once in the far corner, he loosened his tie and began to breath heavily. What was he going to do? This wasn't at all what he had planned for this company. He was planning on taking Arcom where it had never been. And he didn't even do that because Arcom had been in the toilet MANY times. Monica entered his room, trying to comfort him.
"Chandler?" She asked as she neared him. Chandler didn't stop breathing heavily. "Oh, God, Chandler you're turning blue, came you breathe?" She asked frantically. Chandler shook his head. He was trying desperately to get the air to his lungs, but no breath seemed to be big enough. "Chandler, I'm calling an ambulance!" She said worriedly. Chandler nodded and continued to try and breath.
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"He suffered from a panic attack. I would find it best in his condition to take some time off." The paramedic said as he stood in the doorway of the office. Monica and Rachel nodded. Chandler, now fine, sat wearily at his desk. Monica neared him.
"Did you hear that Chandler? You need a short vacation." She repeated. Chandler looked at her.
"Thank you, but I'm not deaf." He joked. Monica smiled.
"I'm going to go and get you some water." Monica said as she left. Rachel neared him.
"I know I am the last person you want to see right now." She said as she sat close to him. He shook his head.
"No, it's always a pleasure." He said softly. Rachel smiled.
"Well, I signed my share of the papers." She said, then flinched, hoping she wouldn't set Chandler off again. Chandler shrugged.
"Okay. Where do I sign?" He asked. Rachel handed him the papers, but then pulled back.
"You don't have to do this?" She said. Chandler rolled his eyes.
"Make up your mind!" He sighed. Rachel smiled.
"I mean, I know you are doing this because I forced you to." She said. Chandler looked at her and smiled.
"I know you're crazy about his Ross guy, and I wouldn't want to mess up your whole 'Rachel saves the day' act." He joked. "But also, you were right on target. This IS best for Arcom." He said nodding. Rachel thanked him and took the papers to Ross, who was waiting out in the hall.
"He signed them." She said simply. Ross smiled.
"Seriously?" He said loudly. Rachel nodded. Ross looked through the papers excitedly. He looked up and Rachel who was staring at him. Ross finally leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Rachel smiled and kissed him back, placing her hands on his cheeks. Soon he pulled away. "Thank you for everything." He sighed. Rachel nodded.
"No problem. Say, I was wondering, do you want to have dinner some-" Before she could finish, Phoebe turned the corner, not paying attention to anyone but Ross.
"Ross, your wife called again!" She said in an exasperated tone. Rachel's eyes widened in Ross' direction.
"Your WHAT?" She asked.
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