T h r e e

T h e  O f f i c e

Pippa decided to FaceTime me at four in the morning for some daft reason.

"Good morning my wonderful best friend," She screamed, causing me to scrunch my eyes as I tried to adjust my eyes from the darkness. With quick blinks, I finally spotted her familiar face through the screen.

I hissed: "Do you what time you called? It is only four here! Please give this woman some sleep!"

"Yes..." 

I groaned once I knew she was going to start explaining. "But I wanted to call why you haven't been at Yog Towers. I mean, you did move across the country to work with them?"

I blinked at her, finally noticing my familiar friend's face on the screen. She looked to be in the living room. But by the sports outfit she was wearing, Pippa must've gotten back from the gym. I replied: "How did you know I haven't been at the office yet?"

"Who else, my brother of course." Pippa Brindley shrugged. "Though, I'm waiting for an explanation [Y/N]."

I frowned, rubbing my eyes whilst with a yawn. "It's been taking more time than it should to set recording equipment at home. And then the computer company told me I have to start part time once I transfer. I mean, I know I can handle it: but it's just been harder I guess."

"You've been over working," Pippa tutted, her face relaxing. "You need to calm down; why don't you give some of the work to me? I don't mind."

I shook my head, saying that I just needed to adjust before I start my job with the Yogscast. Since I felt awake and knew I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to start the day early whilst talking with Pippa from half way across the world. Slipping a jumper on, I walked with my tablet to the kitchen.

Pippa spoke with crackling sounds from the speaker: "Has George been heading to the office?"

"Yeah," I yawned again, flicking the water filled kettle on. "If I tell you I'll go to the office today and record one video, can we please move on the subject." Glaring back, she grinned.

Pippa smiled and said, "That's great! Because I wanted to tell you again another thing as to why I called you."

She began talking about how she and Jordan - her fiancé - bought a new house up by the Hollywood Hills. This caused me to raise an eyebrow at the sudden thought. I couldn't imagine Pippa Brindley - British born girl - to be living at a five million dollar 'house'.

"Do I get a room?" I sarcastically smirked. "I know you're both getting married, and I definitely want a room where I'm very much on the other side of the house from you two..."

Pippa protested; I laughed between sips of tea as I watched her go red. "Hey! It's...it's not like that! You know our relationships...you know: professional."

"Oh, I know," I solemnly smiled, before giving her a wink. I sat on the sofa and decided to grab planner from the coffee table, beginning to flick to a clean page to jot some ideas for some videos. "Perfectly professional...if you count banging your coworker that is."

"Fuck off," Pippa rolled her eyes but I sent her a smile back. 

We changed our subject and focused on our work planning for videos and games. It was around an hour that Pippa had to leave to cook whilst I was planning on getting more of my equipment prepared before leaving with George to Yog Towers.

After having a sip of tea and a plate of biscuits, I began unboxing my camera, hard drives and headsets. I decided to bring one box out of the three with at least the right essentials. Just as I finished, I noticed a silhouette entering the room.

"Morning, slept well?" I raised an eyebrow at the hungover man trying to turn the kettle on. 

George had came in the middle of the night, drunk after a Livestream. God knows what I will have to live up to now he could easily get drunk during work.

George grumbled, "I am not getting drunk with Lewis again."

"Our boss?" I smiled, trying not to cringe at the imaginative sight of him and our boss bawling their mouths with gin and whiskey. "That reminds me: Pippa called this morning mentioning her brother...and his gin antics."

After making a cup of coffee, he sat on the armchair whilst I carried on fixing my tripod and microphone into the box. He began opening various letters that had came a day ago. "She's doing well?" George asked.

I hummed in agreement, whilst eyeing the several letters I got from companies. "You know, I always wonder how they never care that I am married to my job, which isn't a job exactly."

George grinned. "Well...you were one youngest in the country, [Y/N]." He explained. "They'll be damn-desperate to try and get you into their company just to stick their noses at others."

"A reason why I do part time." I blandly replied, earning a sympathetic smile from my friend.

"They'll get over it eventually." George then changed the subject once he spoke: "First day in Yog Towers, how do you feel?"

"Not as nervous," I meekly and honestly replied. "I've met Mark Turpin, Hat Films, Kim and Hannah: but not our bosses or any of the other members."

George tried to untie the knots in my stomach by saying that they were very lose, unlike my bosses at the company I part-time applied for. To be honest, I was still nervous of the fact that I was going to begin contributing work with YouTubers much closer to me. Most of my YouTube career: it had just been me, George and sometimes Pippa, Jordan and Lola when we were in America.

"Oh don't worry," George said. "The worse thing could be them reacting to your face in either surprise, shock or utter fan-mode."

I smile wryly before stating that I was heading to my room to get change. After a fresh of new clothes, I spotted my best friend half dressed; George was just shoving his shirt on as I walked passed his bedroom. He never closes his door for some odd habits that never died since University.

Laughing to myself, I went back to the main room and grabbed my box of equipment and my satchel. With the keys jiggling from his hand, George opened the apartment door for me after getting ready to head out to the office. His eyes were bloodshot red, with the usual dark circles under his eyes that almost complimented his unruly curly hair I can never tame. Whenever I trimmed his hair, it was always the same as before in the two week period.

Nevertheless, my hair wasn't exactly the best today; it was tied neatly in a plait, with small baby strands obscuring some of my sight. I blew it away whilst I tried to get into the car, which only made it worse and had George raise his eyebrows at me. 

I sighed in defeat and decided to jump into the car before my best friend could potentially leave me behind.

It wasn't a long trip to the office, and it was a simple office block that stood ordinary with other buildings surrounding it. Though with my curiosity, I could not help observe every single bit of the scenery. The car park was small whilst George parked the car in one of the open spaces, and the cloudy day didn't help the boring atmosphere I had easily picked up.

Once we got out of the car, George actually helped with my boxes whilst I carried my satchel with me. "Just through this door, [Y/N]. I'll let you meet Turps first, just to let him know you're starting at the office. Then, I can show you where your new office is." He explained whilst we clambered up the stair, which I answered with a simple nod.

We entered the corridor and passed down a few doors before finding a large common room, with a row of computers and desktops. Once we entered the room, I spotted the bearded man which I recognized as Mark Turpin - or Turps. I politely smiled when George introduced me to the rest.

"Glad to see you,[Y/N]!" Turps greeted me. "We've been worrying if you ran off after knowing who you'll be working around."

Walking towards us, the man with long blonde hair joked, "We're pretty scary for a bunch of people. Oh, I'm Duncan by the way." When I smiled back, Duncan greeted me with the same gesture before focusing back on to the screen.

"So your the famous [Y/N] I heard people talk about?" I darted my eyes toward the man with a beanie, who seemed quite happy at the presence.

I laughed, "Yep, that's me." I continued, "I'm sorry if I don't know everyone's name; I'll learn them eventually."

"Well, the name's Paul, but everyone calls me Sjin." He greeted, his grin meeting to his eyes. "Hope you have a good first day at Yogtowers...just don't get into a Nerf war with anyone."

I raised an eyebrow, slightly confused until George's face explained majority of it. It was reasonable; we were all grown ups playing games for a job. A Nerf war wasn't going to harm anybody.

'I might have to take that back eventually.' I thought.

However, once introductions were done: Duncan and Sjin left to record whilst Turps showed me where I was going to work. George had disappeared down the corridor ahead of us. Now with my box in my hands, we walked down the corridor. Luckily it wasn't far from where we exited, and Turps was gladly enough to open the door for me. I thanked him and was introduced to my very own office.

It was still bare, with only the essentials that I needed and a singular window showing the outer walls of the terraced buildings. There were some shelves which the CEO had recommended adding my own touch to my own office.

"You can make your office as your own as much as you can, [Y/N]." Turps explained. "You know Hannah? Her office is downstairs; you can get some inspiration from her as well as Martyn or Kim."

I nodded. "Yeah, I know Hannah and Kim." I added. "I'll see what I could do, perhaps."

One he seemed to trust that I got the message, he wandered back to the same room George had introduced me to whilst I dropped my box onto the desk and my bag on the office chair. The dust particles floated above the wooden shelves as I felt it with my fingers; someone hasn't used this room for a while. A simple recording tripod was on whilst a ray of sunlight shone down on it.

I walked over to open the blinds, smiling from the warmth of the light. It may seemed dark and claustrophobic, but it meant having my very own room and not having to share with George. Before we had left London, George and I shared a spare room as an office and majority of my night-filmed videos had George shouting in the background. Chuckling from the memory, I turned back around.

There and then: I found a man walking into the room freely, not even acknowledging my presence as he shouted back from the voice outside. He didn't seem to notice me, so I studied his appearance. He wore a long-sleeved shirt, jeans and shoes that seemed to be very stiff and new by the lack of scratch marks. I presumed he was careless as he didn't iron his clothes by the multiple creases on the back and sleeves. Though by the gelled up hair, he was prominent to be conscious of it and took well care.

He was on his phone, flipping through his wallet once I coughed for him to notice me.

"Excuse me," I spoke confidently.

His head tilted up, and I was ready to get an angry remark back. Though all he did was stare, a slight twitch on his eyes. Did my boss already have a grudge on me?

I was getting concerned, "Mr Lewis Brindley, right? I'm [Y/N]."

"Oh...urr..." He blinked before scratching the back of his head. "You're [Y/N] of course, you can call me Lewis; we're all friends in the office." He smiled as he said back kindly, darting his eyes over my box of equipment and bag.

I solemnly replied: "Okay...Lewis, but it's great to finally meet you in person."

"Well...I'll let you get on with what you were doing," Lewis nodded as he left, though he seemed to pause. He furrowed his eyebrows as he asked, "H-how did you that?"

I was slightly confused as I answered, "Do what?"

"How did you know who I was when you haven't seen what I looked like?"He was surprised as he questioned, making me smile inside at his curiosity.

I simple replied, "Your wallet."

He only left with rather a surprised expression that I couldn't help to seem surprised. Because most people would just get angry or confused.

And it's been years since I had the same expression come back to me...I just don't know who it was.

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A/n: The two finally meet! And[Y/N] very much impressed him with some serious Sherlock observation skills. Sorry for the long wait, though. But I was stuck on whether I should have the two meet or not.

But now they did, so next up their might be more introductions and maybe a bit more fun stuff.

Hoped you guys enjoyed!

-SierraOwls