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Ryan's POV
Becca is sitting at her desk painting her nails with the brand new nail polish that I bought for her last night. I got her a neon green color. A color that she had her eye on for a while. I'm sitting at my desk watching her with a smile on my face. She was concentrated on what she was doing making sure that each nail was painted carefully. She was taking her time and not rushing to get them done. Becca hadn't noticed that a sales lady walked in and came up to her desk. I walked up behind the desk that Becca was at to see what this sales lady wanted.
She told me that she was here to sell purses, I walked in Michaels office and told him. He said that she needed to leave but quickly changed his mind when he saw the redheaded stranger. He lead her to the conference room and let her put the purses on the table.
Michael told me to help out the redhead but I told him that I was busy with something else. Michael went over to Dwight and told him to help out the redhead who's name I not care to learn. The only woman's name that I need to know is Becca's name and Pam's name. Those are the only two names that I care to learn. I walked back over to Becca's desk and went behind the desk to be close to her.
I couldn't help but notice how careful Becca was at painting her nails. I offered to help her paint her other hand so she doesn't mess up. She said that she doesn't trust me to paint her nails because apparently I wouldn't have a clue on what to do. I couldn't help but laugh because that statement could not be more true. I don't have the slightest idea about what to do when it comes down to putting nail polish on her nails.
Michael asked me if I could help him clean out his car and I said no. When he asked why not I said you don't need help you can do that on your own. He just pretended to be sad and walked out of the building like a child who doesn't want to do chores. I just let out a small laugh and shook my head watching Michael walk out of the buildings pouting like a child.
I tried to hold back a laugh as I watched Dwight walk in the conference room and started looking at the purses. It made me wonder if Dwight was secretly gay and just didn't know it himself. Becca was desperately trying to ignore the fact that there was shiny new purses in the conference room. I just watched glance up at them once every five minutes. Every time Becca sees shiny new objects she just as to go and look at them.
There was one time Becca dragged me to the mall because I had apparently ripped her favorite pair of underwear off her. So she dragged me int0 Victoria's Secret. I didn't want to be in that store at all, but I didn't trust Becca in there alone with my card. I had to make sure that she didn't try and spend all my money in that store. I just walked around following Becca as she purposely took her sweet time in that store. To make matters worse she kept asking for my option on things. I just told her 'it looks nice' every time she asked what I thought about it. I think every person in that store knew I was being held hostage by Becca.
