The Office or Metal Gear Fanfiction Written On 4 Post-its

David straightened his tie and prepared to open the door of the Philanthropy office. Why in craps name they needed office space was beyond him. David's apartment seemed to work just fine for their little meetings. The travel time between his bedroom to his living room was non-existent. Now he would have to get up extra early to try to beat everyone in the office. This was the exact reason he ended up leaving the FBI. He hated working with others and sharing cramped office space.

David groaned in disgust. Having an office was going to be a real pain in the ass, not to mention a wasted expense. Rental fees, office supplies, and salaries. Then little things too, like buying flowers, balloons, and cards for birthdays and anniversaries… What the hell was Hal thinking?! The two of them had run the show by themselves for a year and a half, so why get an office? Why hire people? And honestly could any of these people be trusted?

All these questions continued to bubble though his mind and finally something he hadn't thought of finally occurred to him. His lovely walks through the park to go to the post office. Oh, those walks would be sorely missed. Even the post office box, with it's semi-rusty key and squeaky hard to close door would be missed.

Straightening his tie again and then slicking back the sides of his dark brown hair, David reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door. As he walked in and took a quick glance around his grey eyes opened wide and a grin passed across his lips.

That sly dog Hal, he had managed to hire an entire office of nothing but young college aged women. Instantly perking up, David finally saw things the way Hal did. Maybe having an office wouldn't be so bad after all.