The Official Office Games

I liked it. I wasn't really concentrating on the grammar and typo's, just the wording and I liked it. It flowed.

Ah the elevator part. I was really hoping you'd do that. But I will have a stab at it, and hopefully you won't laugh. Are writing style is different so I don't want it to change too much.

Two days tumi. Two fudging days.

I rushed past all the men, my face in all it's heated glory.

"Victoria would you..." I didn't even glance back as Cole called after me. I was too ashamed and a small part of me couldn't be bothered staring at his face, wondering for the umpteenth time why he was going out with a skank like Claire.

Well actually I knew why, I just thought Cole was above that...but I guess not.

I pushed my way into the elevator and somehow got pushed into the middle. It appeared everybody from the meeting was in a rush a didn't want to wait for the next ride.

I stepped back as Cole and Mr Caughey wondered onto the elevator, both of them chuckling like they were high school bestfriends.

'I wonder if he knows that his last girlfriend dumped him for Cole,' I wondered. Somehow I didn't think so. It was a shame when Mrs Caughey finally realised that her faithful husband of ten years hadn't been so faithful when he'd travelled to other state's for business meetings. I missed her Friday Carrot Muffins and her Monday Brownies.

The elevator door finally shut. I sighed in relief and a second later screamed when somebody stepped on my toe. "SON OF A BITCH." I hopped on one leg whilst rubbing the other.

'Oh my God it hurts.' I stared down at my toe wondering if any skin had peeled. Or worse if it was bleeding.

I let out the deep breath I'd been holding and gently placed my sore foot down. When I glanced up, fifteen pairs of eyes seemed to be staring in my direction. I gulped and clamped my hands together. "Somebody stepped on my toe," I whispered. They all stared for a second or two but eventually they turned back to what they were originally staring at.

As soon as I felt my heart calm I was sure I felt something move across my cheeks, and not my face cheeks either. I tensed quickly and then slowly turned my head. There were three heads staring at my butt. I gave them all my meanest glare and the turned back to the doors. Who knew riding on the elevator would be such an embaressing adventure.

I waited for the number eight to light up. Why were all the important meetings on the highest floors?

I was two floors away from heaven when I felt a hand move on my leg. I quickly turned this time, glaring at the guy who was crouching behind me. I motioned for him to get up.

"Touch me again, and I won't be held responsible for my actions. And just a warning I'm a brown belt in Karate."

The guy slowly nodded and opened his mouth. "Stop, I don't want to hear you pathetic excuse."

I turned back to the door and nearly cried for joy when I saw the number 8 lit up.
'Home sweet home.'

I stepped out the elevator and felt a sense of relief. I needed someone to talk to. Fast. I walked behind Cole feeling the strong urge to take off my sandal and batter his thick head with it. It's what any Indian lady would do.

"Ms Wylie." I stopped dead in my track

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So that's all I got. I tried so damn hard too. I didn't even reach the wacking part.
This part is so shite. It doesn't even blend in from your chapter.

I attempted anyway...

TWO days tumi.

Okay, I'm back.

I may have to tweak it a bit :tehe: I'll have it done by tonight.

Two days? Intense. But we can do it ;) We're 'the amazing trio'!

EDIT: The word excerpt of an excerpt of chapter one was 293 words...

Here was what I picked:

"I bet you do spend an awful lot of your time wasting your life away behind a desk."

"I do not. I have a life."

"Which involves...?"

"A lot of things," I sniffed.

"When was the last time you went skydiving?" he asked suddenly. I gave him a sideways look. "My point exactly." I started to say something, but Cole raised a hand to silence me. "I can't sit here any longer and watch you work your life away. You have potential to be somewhere else, doing something you actually enjoy," he said, "But you choose to waste your precious time here and stress about a career you don't even want." He sounded so much like an older sister or a camp councilor that I was starting to think that maybe he was gay. I wanted to smile at the thought, but Cole was being as serious as a heart attack.

"You're turning 30 today, and I advise you strongly to look back in your life and see if you're honestly happy with it."

I was shocked, partially because of how serious he was being, and partially because I had forgotten that today was my birthday. I guess that's what happens when you turn into a workaholic; everything else just melts away and becomes insignificant to you.

Cole held my face in his hands to emphasize his words. "Do you hear me out?"

No.

I was distractedly staring at his beautiful face, lost in the brown swirls and hazel flecks in his eyes, suddenly aware of how close or noses were. But instead I nodded slowly with a blank expression on my face.

"Good." he had dropped his voice to a murmur. "Because it ends today." And he leaned in for the kill.

Should we expand the excerpt or just select another excerpt from another chapter?

I thought we were going to send in the Chapter you were doing today?

The elevator one.

Or are we going to send bits of chapter's in.
So a little from chapter 1 and some from Chapter 9?

Oops, I just found out that we don't have to have 500 words exactly :tehe:

*more epic failing*

Ahhh! I don't know...

I'm going mad with indecision! :crazy:
Which one do you think would be better suit? I'd rather not Frankenstein two excerpts together... It might confuse some people.

Okay, my brother's sleeping; I'll use now as an advantage to edit :tehe:

No wait...maybe we could do that. But maybe CLEARly say they're from two different chapters.

*tick tock, dude*

Okay... Let's try it and see how it works.

Grr... I'm angry. I had to get off for an hour because a friend of my brother's wanted to use the computer. Someone exited out of this page while I was editing it! F*@! :finger:

-mumbles profanities under breath-

I'll work on it right now.

Oh, wow, this one didn't survive my surgery :tehe: It's totally a Michael Jackson before and after transformation. :coffee: Nearly every sentence is changed.

I couldn't help myself... :tehe:

-hands giant cookie-
*****
As the conference drew to an end and everyone was excused, I rushed past all the men and squeezed past the double doors, pushed forward by the crowd restless to get on with the rest of the day. My face was flushed in all it's heated glory.

"Victoria, would you-" I didn't even glance back as Cole called after me in an impatient, exasperated tone. I was too ashamed, and though a small part of me couldn't resist to reply, I would not be able to endure staring at his charismatic, comfortingly- familiar face, wondering for the umpteenth time why he was involved with a skank like Claire.

Well, actually I had a very feasible guess, but I always thought Cole was above that kind of thing...But I guess I was wrong. This realization slapped me hard and cold like bitter frost.

I pushed my way into the elevator and at some point I was shoved around and ended up into the middle of the edgy mob. It appeared that everyone from the meeting was in a rush and didn't want to wait around for the next ride. I swear, it was as overpopulated and crowded as a hamster cage at Petsmart.

I stepped back and subconsciously hid myself amongst the mass of people as Cole and Mr Caughey joined the already crammed elevator, both of them were chuckling privately at some stupid joke, like they were high school buddies or something.

I wonder if he knows that his last girlfriend dumped him for Cole, I couldn't help but wonder cynically as the two men chatted animatedly. Somehow, I didn't think so. It was a shame when Mrs Caughey finally realized that her faithful husband of ten years hadn't been so faithful when he'd traveled to other states for various business appointments. I missed her Friday Carrot Muffins and her Monday Brownies. It was also a shame that Mr Caughey was in a lawsuit trying- and failing, as the rumors went- to salvage his fortune and protect his will.

Now that I think about it, 'ole George and Cole have a lot in common.

The elevator doors finally closed together and we started scaling up. I sighed in relief- only to squeal in pain when somebody stepped on my toes unprotected by my sandals. "SONOFABITCH!" I yelped as I hopped on one leg whilst awkwardly grabbing my foot and rubbing it. I got impatient scowls as I hurtled into some of the businessmen from the prior meeting.

Oh my God it hurts. I whimpered as I nursed my toe, idiotically wondering if any skin had somehow peeled away. Or worse; if it was bleeding. It sure as hell felt like it!

For what felt like the billionth time this day, I let out the deep breath I'd been holding, and I gently placed my sore foot down. When I glanced up, fifteen pairs of eyes seemed to be staring in my direction. I gulped and clamped my hands together. "Ahem. Err...somebody stepped on my toe," I mumbled lamely. They all continued to stare at me unnervingly for a second or two, but eventually they turned back to whatever else they had been absorbed with.

As soon as I felt the awkward itchiness in my chest recede, I was sure I felt something brush across my cheeks, and not the cheeks on my face, as I'm sorry to report. I tensed quickly and then inconsiciously turned my head to investigate. There were three men in pinstripe suits, all pointedly staring at my butt. Rude! Gah! This was the most piggish and uncouth company I've had the unfortuneness to meet. I gave them all my meanest, vehement glare and they simutaniously shifted their gaze to the doors. Who knew that a quick trip up the elevator would be such an embarrassing adventure? With all of the testosterone in the jam-packed space, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and selfconscious.

That's when my day officially shattered to piece around my ears.

I secluded myself in the least-occupied corner and watched the numbers scaling up, tapping my nails as I waited for floor eight to light up. Can someone tell me why were all the important meetings on the highest floors?

The elevator was two floors away from the heaven I've come to know, when I could've sworn that I felt a hand skim my leg. I quickly turned this time, glaring angrily at the guy who was crouching behind me. I grabbed his tie and yanked him to his feet.

"Touch me again," I snarled quietly, "And I won't be held responsible for the reflex actions that follow suit. And just as a warning; I'm a brown belt in Karate."

The guy slowly nodded and opened his mouth, when I held a hand up and interrupted him. "Stop; I don't want to hear whatever pathetic excuse you could possibly have." Women power!

I turned back to the door and nearly cried for joy when I saw that number 8 lit up.
Home sweet bloody home.

Hastily, I waded through the mosh pit of people and elbowed my way to the delightlfully large and open lobby. Pressure was lifted from my shoulders like a heavy weight as I escaped the party of bothersome men. I needed someone to talk to. Fast. I pursued Cole, and once I fell in step behind him, I had a strong urge to take off my sandal and batter his thick head with it until he was seeing stars. It's what any Indian lady would do.

"Ms Wylie." I stopped dead in my track as the voice from the dispersing business men reeled me back in. I reluctantly consented and reversed my steps.

Gah, what now?

It was George, gesturing to me. With him, standing slightly hunched, a blush decorating his face, was the ass-grabber from the elevator. I had a bad feeling about this.

Man, oh man, was I dead on.

My face already coloring when I reached them. "Uh-err... Yes, Mr Caughey?"

He put a hand on the guy's shoulder. "Mr Stevens, one of the gentlemen presented at our briefing today, has just informed me that you made a considerable threat against him."

What? Is that what he said? I wanted to shout heatedly. I couldn't find my voice; it had crippled under the influence of my boss.

"Uh- Ms Wylie," Mr Stevens intervened. "You have misunderstood my intentions. You thought I obviously was-was-" he paused for a moment and coughed, embarrassed. "...Trying to do something inappropriate whilst in the elevator."

I tap my foot, unimpressed, and stared him down. What do you mean, 'trying do to something inappropriate'? Pah! You did! And I could tell that he got the message through my demeanor.

"Please," Mr Stevens said quickly. "Let me explain. A pin of mine had fallen loose from the breast pocket on my suit," he said, "and it got caught on the belt around your waist.

"I apologize if you thought that I-" and he cut himself off and smiled sheepishly. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. "Just- let's forget this ever happened."

"You understand," Caughey warned in a severe tone, "That such threats could get you suspended from the office department you currently work in? And you would be excused from the current Zappos project?"

I suddenly couldn't breathe. "Mr Caughey- sir- it was an innocent misunderstandment! My apologies, Mr Stevens," I turned to him, suddenly recognizing him as Hayley's old boss with irony. "I was-err- just... It was in self-defense. I felt threatened."

"I understand," he said politely, and with a wry smile, I wondered if he really did. I mean, has he ever been groped in an elevator before? For some reason, I doubt that.

"By the way," Mr Stevens asked with a small smile as Caughey went off, "Do you really own a brown belt in Karate?"

I felt the millionth blush for that day spread across my face. "Err... Yes, actually. I do." I offered an equally small, awkward smile, mentally slapping my forehead for ever saying that. What was I, threatening? HA. "Good day, Mr Stevens," I said, and swiftly left the scene.

Though today was a particularly crappy one, I ran a hand through my hair and found myself grinning and thinking dryly, Poor man; accused of being involved with nerds everywhere he turns.
******
Voila. The massacre :shifty
This is gonna be one long chapter :shock: I think we should post this part separately. Okay, work your magic, guys! I'm tired now :tehe:

Hope you don't hate me too much :XD

And what do you think?

Oh, great, my brother just saw the word 'ass-grabber'.

- eats giant cookie -

I absolutely LOVE what you did to the chapter.
It's freaking awesome. :arms: :hug: .

-thanks for the cookie too - All though I'm sure my love handles don't really need the extra...weight. :file:

That IS one long arse chapter. Probably will have to seperate it into TWO chapters.

Oh man...

Ok now that this is fabulously done. Er... I'm gonna copy and paste all the best bits into a document. Post it on here and if you're happy then we'll send it to MCMB moderator.

I LOVE this chapter. Allthough I wouldn't have minded some extra handbag hitting. :lmfao

Haylie

Haylie's POV

"So Ms Conman..." he started. He already had his hands neatly folded and his head titled to the side. "I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here..."

"I know what I'm doing here Mr Steven. I'm getting fired. I know it. You know it. My colleagues at Level 4 know it. Hell my mother probably knows it too. I'd prefer it if we got this over and done with quickly." I didn't know where the little speech had come from but I didn't want to be like the rest. I didn't want a blotchy face when I walked out this office. I wanted to do it with my head held high.

"Well Ms Con..."

"Enough with the Ms Conman already." I interreupted. "I know what my surname is. I know I'm not a MRS Conman. Just say the damn words. I know you don't want me in here taking up your valuable time and wasting your branded tissue's, which I bet cost a bomb, probably scented too. Just say the two words. 'You're Fired!" It's not hard. You know what? Just to speed things up a bit, I'll say them for you." I stood up from my seat and took a deep breath.

So Sorry

Jade's POV

"Jade, darling," she grinned in a threatening manner and motioned for me to approach her.

She was always lurking in the shadows, waiting for somebody to slip up. Maybe she was on my floor because of some of the hot guys working here?

"...Yes, Claire?" I asked, meekly. I really didn't understand myself sometimes. The only thing Claire did was show people around. So why was I cowering away from her? She didn't hold any power over me.

"You're a wimp! That's why," I snarled at myself mentally.

"Why are you late?"She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"....There was a huge line at the cafe and I lost track of time. I'm terribly sorry, it won't happen again," I mumbled. There I went again, looking at my two year old footwear instead of telling her to piss off.

Future Chapter

Victoria's POV

As soon as I felt the awkward itchiness in my chest recede, I was sure I felt something brush across my cheeks, and not the cheeks on my face, as I'm sorry to report. I tensed quickly and then inconsiciously turned my head to investigate. There were three men in pinstripe suits, all pointedly staring at my butt. Rude! Gah! This was the most piggish and uncouth company I've had the unfortuneness to meet. I gave them all my meanest, vehement glare and they simutaniously shifted their gaze to the doors. Who knew that a quick trip up the elevator would be such an embarrassing adventure? With all of the testosterone in the jam-packed space, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and selfconscious.

That's when my day officially shattered to piece around my ears.

I secluded myself in the least-occupied corner and watched the numbers scaling up, tapping my nails as I waited for floor eight to light up. Can someone tell me why were all the important meetings on the highest floors?

The elevator was two floors away from the heaven I've come to know, when I could've sworn that I felt a hand skim my leg. I quickly turned this time, glaring angrily at the guy who was crouching behind me. I grabbed his tie and yanked him to his feet.

"Touch me again," I snarled quietly, "And I won't be held responsible for the reflex actions that follow suit. And just as a warning; I'm a brown belt in Karate."

The guy slowly nodded and opened his mouth, when I held a hand up and interrupted him. "Stop; I don't want to hear whatever pathetic excuse you could possibly have." Women power!

So this is what I came up with.

If you DO decide to word count it, lmao.
You'll see the I kinda went over 134 words BUT I really like these part's in the chapters.

I TRIED cutting bits out, and I got from 800 something to 634. Hopefully if I ask/plead/beg very nicely they'll let us go over it?

Should I send it in?

Ha, I'm glad you're not after me with a sledgehammer for murdering your chapter. Yeah, only until I went to bed did I realize that I totally forgot about the handbag wacking :tehe:

I like the first and second bits, but I think their should be a different excerpt on the last one :think:

Like, end it when McCaughey calls her over?

I turned back to the door and nearly cried for joy when I saw that number 8 lit up.
Home sweet bloody home.

Hastily, I waded through the mosh pit of people and elbowed my way to the delightfully large and open lobby. Pressure was lifted from my shoulders like a heavy weight as I escaped the party of bothersome men. I needed someone to talk to. Fast. I pursued Cole, and once I fell in step behind him, I had a strong urge to take off my sandal and batter his thick head with it until he was seeing stars. It's what any Indian lady would do.

"Ms Wylie." I stopped dead in my track as the voice from the dispersing business men reeled me back in. I reluctantly consented and reversed my steps.

Gah, what now?

It was George, gesturing to me. With him, standing slightly hunched, a blush decorating his face, was the ass-grabber from the elevator. I had a bad feeling about this.

Man, oh man, was I dead on.

Grr... Still 19 words over :grr:..

EDIT:Hey, before you post, can we go back and add the italics? And fix some of the grammar (putting the excerpts on word, I realized that we had some few grammar mistakes.)

God that chapter was so wack! It's needed demolishing. Plus I love it. It sounds like you've written it now.

Lol, I don't have word....

But I'll take the stuff too a website and make it all...grammar perfect. And I'll read through it and add the italics where I think they go.

Here it is:

Haylie

Haylie's POV

"So Ms Conman..." he started. He already had his hands neatly folded and his head titled to the side. "I'm sure you're wondering what you're doing here..."

"I know what I'm doing here Mr Steven. I'm getting fired. I know it. You know it. My colleagues at Level 4 know it. Hell, my mother probably knows it too. I'd prefer it if we got this over and done with quickly." I didn't know where the little speech had come from but I didn't want to be like the rest. I didn't want a blotchy face when I walked out this office. I wanted to do it with my head held high.

"Well Ms Con..."

"Enough with the Ms Conman already," I interrupted. "I know what my surname is. I know I'm not a MRS Conman. Just say the damn words. I know you don't want me in here taking up your valuable time and wasting your branded tissues, which I bet cost a bomb, probably scented too. Just say the two words. 'You're fired!" It's not hard. You know what? Just to speed things up a bit, I'll say them for you." I stood up from my seat and took a deep breath.

So Sorry

Jade's POV

"Jade, darling," she grinned in a threatening manner and motioned for me to approach her.

She was always lurking in the shadows, waiting for somebody to slip up. Maybe she was on my floor because of some of the hot guys working here?

"...Yes, Claire?" I asked, meekly. I really didn't understand myself sometimes. The only thing Claire did was show people around. So why was I cowering away from her? She didn't hold any power over me.

"You're a wimp! That's why," I snarled at myself mentally.

"Why are you late?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"....There was a huge line at the cafe and I lost track of time. I'm terribly sorry, it won't happen again," I mumbled. There I went again. Looking at my two year old footwear instead of telling her to piss off.

Future Chapter

Victoria's POV

I turned back to the door and nearly cried for joy when I saw that number 8 lit up.
Home sweet, bloody home.

Hastily, I waded through the mosh pit of people and elbowed my way to the delightfully large and open lobby. Pressure was lifted from my shoulders like a heavy weight as I escaped the party of bothersome men. I needed someone to talk to. Fast. I pursued Cole, and once I fell in step behind him, I had a strong urge to take off my sandal and batter his thick head with it until he was seeing stars. It's what any Indian lady would do.

"Ms Wylie." I stopped dead in my track as the voice from the dispersing business men reeled me back in. I reluctantly consented and reversed my steps.

Gah, what now?

It was George, gesturing to me. With him, standing slightly hunched, a blush decorating his face, was the ass-grabber from the elevator. I had a bad feeling about this.

Man, oh man, was I dead on.

Okay :cute:

Do you think they'll notice that we went 19 words over? :XD

I wonder if they word count everything...

Did you read my comment? About the summary? Actually, I'd just rather post the excerpts and see what they say about them :tehe: (I know, I'm contradicting myself!)

Ok I'm doing it. Finger's crossed, lol.

It's done. :shock:

I've sent it.

:file:

:crazy: :crazy: :crazy:



Obviously I'm excited :tehe:

Even though we probably won't win, lol.

Alex is the only one who nominated us... maybe we'd get more readers though...xD

Aww it sucks to think that we don't have a chance :XD

At least we were in the finals, being the MCMB n00bs that we are!

:lmfao