I'm not counting down 1grace_fullyApril 27 2010, 22:37:14 UTC
jfc THIS GOT LONG.
Jared's 7:30am starts at 7:45, and comes to fruition in front of the coffee machine. Once he's got it brewing he stands there, takes deep breaths, and ticks off a mental list of things he's not doing: checking emails, checking his mailbox, checking his message board, writing the daily appointment calendar, reviewing faxes that came in last night.
Yes. All downhill from here.
He greets Kristen, a fellow assistant who's usually lapped him by about 9am in terms of workload. This morning she's focused and alert in a long blonde ponytail and black pencil skirt, probably already on item four of her to-do list. She stops long enough to chip off a Hey, Jared! before filling her mug and heading back to her desk
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I'm not counting down 4grace_fullyApril 27 2010, 22:41:28 UTC
Jared leaves at five on the dot that evening. Jacket under his arm, he pauses briefly in Misha's door to say good night and then tries to make a quick getaway
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I'm not counting down 5grace_fullyApril 27 2010, 22:42:01 UTC
Twenty seconds passes after Misha turns back into his office. Jeff smirks at Jared suggestively, and then disappears into his own. Kristen runs up to him, eyes wide, slender hands shaking his shoulders.
"Jared! Oh my god!"
"Padalecki!"
Jared's eyes go wide and he watches Kristen's expression do the same. They both look warily at Misha's door. Jared hesitates, feeling young and nervous, biting his lip, looking to Kristen for help. She shoves at him, silent for once, motioning frantically toward the door.
He puts up a silent argument, flailing, shaking his head, trying to pull himself from her grip before he's finally gritting his teeth, pushing her off, and mouthing, fine. Fine!Just inside the door frame, Jared gasps when Misha hauls him in by the wrist and slams the door closed behind them. Edging Jared against the door, holding him there with a palm against the matte finish, Misha is close, looking up into Jared's face with one amused eyebrow raised in a challenge
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Jared's 7:30am starts at 7:45, and comes to fruition in front of the coffee machine. Once he's got it brewing he stands there, takes deep breaths, and ticks off a mental list of things he's not doing: checking emails, checking his mailbox, checking his message board, writing the daily appointment calendar, reviewing faxes that came in last night.
Yes. All downhill from here.
He greets Kristen, a fellow assistant who's usually lapped him by about 9am in terms of workload. This morning she's focused and alert in a long blonde ponytail and black pencil skirt, probably already on item four of her to-do list. She stops long enough to chip off a Hey, Jared! before filling her mug and heading back to her desk ( ... )
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"Jared! Oh my god!"
"Padalecki!"
Jared's eyes go wide and he watches Kristen's expression do the same. They both look warily at Misha's door. Jared hesitates, feeling young and nervous, biting his lip, looking to Kristen for help. She shoves at him, silent for once, motioning frantically toward the door.
He puts up a silent argument, flailing, shaking his head, trying to pull himself from her grip before he's finally gritting his teeth, pushing her off, and mouthing, fine. Fine!Just inside the door frame, Jared gasps when Misha hauls him in by the wrist and slams the door closed behind them. Edging Jared against the door, holding him there with a palm against the matte finish, Misha is close, looking up into Jared's face with one amused eyebrow raised in a challenge ( ... )
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