You stepped out of the elevator, dragging your feet as you carried various papers in your hands to be delievered to Emily later this day when you finished whatever it is she wants you to do with them, but instead you were meet by a sarcastic looking blonde-girl infront of you.

"You must be Y/N," she started, squinting her eyes at you.

"Y-yes," you stuttered as you checked her out from head to toe and wow was she sexy, if you aren't wrong then she's a model at least from the way she stand and dress.

"Come with me," she added and your eyes immediately darted to her face and only then did you realize that it was Haley, your boss' fiancée. "Is there a problem?" She arched an eyebrow when she noticed you were staring. "And can you fix your look, you look like garbage."

"I - okay, and sorry," you weakly smiled and she rolled her eyes, turning her heels and walked ahead of you.

You swallowed thickly, while conciously fixing your hair to look more presentable, and to stop looking like "garbage" she can't even have a nice insult, but you'll take it.

"You look like garbage," you mimicked under your breath, slightly giggling, but then she stopped walking and turned around to face you.

"What did you say?" She asked with a turned off expression.

You cleared your throat. "I can get you coffee, if you want," you offered nicely and she groaned in annoyance before stomping off, "I'll take that as a no," and you followed suit.

When you arrive somewhere -let's say off the grid- she locked the door behind her and turned around to face you. She was a bit taller than you since she was wearing high-heels and you were only wearing flats, which makes you feel small.

"Word travels fast around here," she started off slowly, eyeing you as if she was going to acuse you of something, "and I've heard that you are having a liking towards my fiancée," she added.

"I don't have a liking towards your fiancée —I, I mean boss, she's not even my type," you defend but the last part came out like a whisper when she rolled her eyes not believing a word that was coming out of your mouth.

"Listen you garbage, if I found out that you are doing something with what's mine, you will regret it, but for now," she placed both hands on your shoulder and smiled cunningly, "this is just your first warning, now go out  there and do your job." She finished without giving you a chance to talk back as she immediately pushed you out of the room.

Once you were out, your eyes landed to someone she just warned you about. You locked eyes with Natasha for just a mere second and by that small interaction she can already tell that something was wrong, and it only proved when Haley walked out causing you to look down and scurried off like a scared little cat.

"Hey, babe," Haley smiles with a small giggle as she went to peck a kiss on Natasha's cheek.

"Hi," she replied with a forced smile before furrowing her eyebrows as her eyes lingered on the halls where you disappeared from. "What were you doing in the closet with Y/N?" She asked, and Natasha missed the way how her fiancée rolled her eyes by the mention of your name.

"I was just telling her to do something for me," she reasoned. "Anyway, how about we go out for lunch," She changed the subject no longer interested with the one you were in, an attempt to take Natasha's attention to her.

"Yeah, sure," she smiled, taking her fiancée's hand and walked away smiling so wide as if nothing happened.

You flopped down on the couch of your house, turning on the TV after a very long exhausting day at work. You released a heavy sigh after a while realizing how lonely you are.

Standing up, you decided to go to the kitchen to bake some cookies because you were that bored.

Your job sucks, your life is messy and no one even a single relative that you can talk to, no mother, no sister, no bestfriend, damn you were lonesome.

A little moment lost in your thoughts, your head immediately shot up when you heard the doorbell ringing a few times than normal people would. You rolled your eyes, wiping your doe-y hands on your pants and answered the door.

"Food delievery," the boy smiled widely, holding a basket full of food.

"I don't remember calling for a delievery--"

"It's free..."

"Uh-huh, there are no free foods on a Thursday night, so no, thank you," you smiled politely at him about to close the door when he stopped you and hand the food over to you.

"There's a note, just read it," he somehow whispered before saluting as if he was a soldier before going back to his orange motorcycle.

You furrowed your eyebrows weirdly to what had just happened. Finally, looking down at the food basket, there was a small piece of paper on top of everything, you picked it up, still standing in the doorway.

"This is an apology basket for whatever my fiancée did to you inside that closet," you read outloud as your eyes landed on the name Nat :)

You looked up, looking around the surroundings as if you would see her standing somewhere watching you like a stalker, but you shook it off thinking she was home with her fiancée and she just sent you the apology food basket for no reasons because she didn't want to look like a bad boss to you or whatever. So you shut the door with a loud thud and watched movies for the rest of the night, the cookie dough long forgotten at the kitchen counter.

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