Chapter 3
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As Sydney left the bathroom, a sudden realization hit her. "Francie's coming over to pick you up for work in like a half hour." Oh my God. I WORK! Where do I work? What do I wear? Do I have anything to wear? She was in full panic mode as she ran back into the bedroom and slid the closet door open forcefully.
A sigh of relief escaped her as she glanced across the vast selection of suits she had lined up in her closet. God, what do I do? I was supposed to be a teacher! Not some...businesswoman? Disappointed with her career choice, she slipped into one of her suits just as the doorbell rang.
Running out into the hallway, Sydney searched for the door. Where is it? she wondered as she finally found the door in the front of her apartment. Opening the door, her eyes scanned Francie, realizing that she was definitely much more put-together than she had been. "Hey, Fran!" she greeted as Francie pulled her into a hug.
"Hey, Syd. Ready to go?" she asked as she stood in the doorway. "Um, yep," responded a slightly nervous Sydney. Ready as I'll ever be, I guess... she thought as they headed downstairs and got into Francie's car to go to work.
Sydney was awestruck as they pulled up in front of a huge office building that towered stories above them. Oh my God. As they got out of the car, Sydney thought out loud, "I work here?" Oh crap, I just said that loud! Francie caught her words and called her on it, "Um, yeah, Syd. You sure you're OK?" She gave her friend a quizzical look.
Shaking it off, they walked in to the building where Francie added, "I'll talk to you later, Syd. Bye." Where is she going? She can't leave me here all alone! Sydney watched with curiosity as Francie got into the second elevator, leaving her behind. Standing all alone by the elevator, she didn't know what to do.
What am I supposed to do? I don't even know what floor I work on! Gosh, I don't even know what I do here! Her thoughts were interrupted by a male voice from behind her, "Hey, Sydney. You gonna stand here all day or are you going up?" She turned around to see a short man with dark hair looking up at her. Who on earth is he?
"OK, let's go," he added curiously as he pressed the button and the elevator opened for them. "Are you OK today?" the short man asked as he pressed the button to go up to the 14th floor. "Yeah, I'm OK," she replied quickly as they reached their floor.
Getting out of the elevator, they entered a semi-crowded office rotunda. Confused by her surroundings, Sydney attempted to find what she hoped to be a cubicle with her name in it. "Good morning, Sydney. I left some papers in your cubicle," a tall dark-skinned man spoke as he walked out of an empty cubicle.
Perfect. That must be mine. she thought as she entered the empty office. Wow I must've gotten more organized! The papers were neatly sorted on the desk and everything was laid out very nicely. "What're you doing in my office?" a calm, deep voice came from behind her.
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Turning around slowly, she was staring into a pair of gorgeous green eyes. An awkward silence came over the cubicle as they simply stared at each other. "Who are you, exactly?" he broke the silence, "You look...strangely familiar." As he looked at her curiously, she replied, "Are you Michael Vaughn?"
His eyes widened slightly as he nodded his head. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself as he added, "I know...knew...you from school. I'm Sydney Bristow." She thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
Have we never seen each other past school? she wondered as he spoke, "Oh wow. It's you. I almost didn't recognize you. I'm surprised we haven't met up here yet," he stuttered nervously, "But then again, it is a sort of big office." Why am I stuttering? he thought as she nervously responded to his words, "Um, yeah, I guess. I'm in kind of a bad situation right now. You think you could help me find my cubicle?"
Confused by her not knowing where her own cubicle was, he peeked out of his office quickly and asked a passing man where her office was. Turning back in, he smiled, "Follow me." He led her into her cubicle and as he went to walk out, she stopped him.
"Michael? Thanks for helping me find it," she thanked him, smiling. "No problem. I'm just curious as to why you couldn't find it yourself. I mean...no...um...I don't mean to be rude...I just...I didn't mind helping you find your cubicle..." Stop stuttering, Mike. You're never like this! "I'm just curious...Is everything OK?" he summed up and turned his head slightly to clear his throat nervously.
Chuckling at his nervousness but quickly straightening her facial expression, she responded, "I think here is not the best place to explain this." Still slightly confused, he suggested, "Lunch, then? I'll come get you here?" Smiling at his offer, she gratefully answered, "That'd be great. Thanks." Smiling back at her, he turned and left her office.
Oh my God, I can't believe it's him! I work with him! And I didn't even know it? Now I'm gonna have lunch with him. Oh I can't wait till he hears what happened to me. He probably won't believe me. Does he have a girlfriend? He probably does. How could he not? He's still gorgeous! Snap out of it, Sydney! God, I am so screwed!
A/N: How was it? :)
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As Sydney left the bathroom, a sudden realization hit her. "Francie's coming over to pick you up for work in like a half hour." Oh my God. I WORK! Where do I work? What do I wear? Do I have anything to wear? She was in full panic mode as she ran back into the bedroom and slid the closet door open forcefully.
A sigh of relief escaped her as she glanced across the vast selection of suits she had lined up in her closet. God, what do I do? I was supposed to be a teacher! Not some...businesswoman? Disappointed with her career choice, she slipped into one of her suits just as the doorbell rang.
Running out into the hallway, Sydney searched for the door. Where is it? she wondered as she finally found the door in the front of her apartment. Opening the door, her eyes scanned Francie, realizing that she was definitely much more put-together than she had been. "Hey, Fran!" she greeted as Francie pulled her into a hug.
"Hey, Syd. Ready to go?" she asked as she stood in the doorway. "Um, yep," responded a slightly nervous Sydney. Ready as I'll ever be, I guess... she thought as they headed downstairs and got into Francie's car to go to work.
Sydney was awestruck as they pulled up in front of a huge office building that towered stories above them. Oh my God. As they got out of the car, Sydney thought out loud, "I work here?" Oh crap, I just said that loud! Francie caught her words and called her on it, "Um, yeah, Syd. You sure you're OK?" She gave her friend a quizzical look.
Shaking it off, they walked in to the building where Francie added, "I'll talk to you later, Syd. Bye." Where is she going? She can't leave me here all alone! Sydney watched with curiosity as Francie got into the second elevator, leaving her behind. Standing all alone by the elevator, she didn't know what to do.
What am I supposed to do? I don't even know what floor I work on! Gosh, I don't even know what I do here! Her thoughts were interrupted by a male voice from behind her, "Hey, Sydney. You gonna stand here all day or are you going up?" She turned around to see a short man with dark hair looking up at her. Who on earth is he?
"OK, let's go," he added curiously as he pressed the button and the elevator opened for them. "Are you OK today?" the short man asked as he pressed the button to go up to the 14th floor. "Yeah, I'm OK," she replied quickly as they reached their floor.
Getting out of the elevator, they entered a semi-crowded office rotunda. Confused by her surroundings, Sydney attempted to find what she hoped to be a cubicle with her name in it. "Good morning, Sydney. I left some papers in your cubicle," a tall dark-skinned man spoke as he walked out of an empty cubicle.
Perfect. That must be mine. she thought as she entered the empty office. Wow I must've gotten more organized! The papers were neatly sorted on the desk and everything was laid out very nicely. "What're you doing in my office?" a calm, deep voice came from behind her.
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Turning around slowly, she was staring into a pair of gorgeous green eyes. An awkward silence came over the cubicle as they simply stared at each other. "Who are you, exactly?" he broke the silence, "You look...strangely familiar." As he looked at her curiously, she replied, "Are you Michael Vaughn?"
His eyes widened slightly as he nodded his head. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself as he added, "I know...knew...you from school. I'm Sydney Bristow." She thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
Have we never seen each other past school? she wondered as he spoke, "Oh wow. It's you. I almost didn't recognize you. I'm surprised we haven't met up here yet," he stuttered nervously, "But then again, it is a sort of big office." Why am I stuttering? he thought as she nervously responded to his words, "Um, yeah, I guess. I'm in kind of a bad situation right now. You think you could help me find my cubicle?"
Confused by her not knowing where her own cubicle was, he peeked out of his office quickly and asked a passing man where her office was. Turning back in, he smiled, "Follow me." He led her into her cubicle and as he went to walk out, she stopped him.
"Michael? Thanks for helping me find it," she thanked him, smiling. "No problem. I'm just curious as to why you couldn't find it yourself. I mean...no...um...I don't mean to be rude...I just...I didn't mind helping you find your cubicle..." Stop stuttering, Mike. You're never like this! "I'm just curious...Is everything OK?" he summed up and turned his head slightly to clear his throat nervously.
Chuckling at his nervousness but quickly straightening her facial expression, she responded, "I think here is not the best place to explain this." Still slightly confused, he suggested, "Lunch, then? I'll come get you here?" Smiling at his offer, she gratefully answered, "That'd be great. Thanks." Smiling back at her, he turned and left her office.
Oh my God, I can't believe it's him! I work with him! And I didn't even know it? Now I'm gonna have lunch with him. Oh I can't wait till he hears what happened to me. He probably won't believe me. Does he have a girlfriend? He probably does. How could he not? He's still gorgeous! Snap out of it, Sydney! God, I am so screwed!
A/N: How was it? :)