"Meeting called for some important matters." Mr. Ericson spoke up as he buttoned up the front of his suit jacket. Freda groaned since she had an idea what this was about. Well, she had several ideas, and she was sure it would be one of those things. Mr. Ericson – her boss – rarely called for a meeting which he would attend himself.

He was the types to gather people around and then just let them talk amongst themselves. No one even pointed this blatant flaw in his management because he was badass with all of the clients.

You see, working in the design department for a newspaper was a difficult thing to do when everyone hated the whole department itself. Like, no one used any of their designs and they were overall useless but somehow, they were still there. Which was more than enough.

And now they had an addition to their dysfunctional office family.

"First of all, I need to know what that weird as fuck machine is?" Mr. Ericson pointed over to the water dispenser in the corner of the meeting room, with a confused expression. "That wasn't there the last time I was here."

"You were here last year, and that's a water dispenser." Freda answered since she knew no one else would. That was how it went in the office. It was like an unspoken rule – to never talk back to the boss.

Mr. Ericson's eyes fell on Freda, and he gave her a very menacing look, which she was all too used to.

"Anyway." He carried on as he found a large smile spreading across his face. "We have a new mail man, but get this," Freda groaned slightly as Mr. Ericson paused for suspense while looking from employee to employee.

The rest of the employees just glanced at each other since they already knew what he might say next. "It's a mail woman."

Yes, everyone already knew that. They had met the eccentric Ola since they had finally gotten most of their mail paired with some constructive criticisms on their individual designs. She had been working there for like 2 weeks now.

Plus, everyone loved her already.

"So, let's give a big hand to Olivia."

"Her name's Ola and she isn't even here." Freda spoke up again, and a few of her office mates sucked in a breath.

"I thought Ola was short for Olivia." Mr. Ericson spoke up in defense as he shrugged his shoulders before he regarded the next thing. "And I thought someone might've invited her to the meeting." His eyes roamed around the table and found all his employees looking anywhere but at him. Well, except for Freda.

"You told us to never invite anyone from the mail-room to our meetings."

Mr. Ericson squinted his eyes at Freda before he cleared his throat. "I didn't know you were everyone's mouth now, Ms. Heinz." Freda shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly as she looked at her boss, who didn't look amused at all.

"Is there anything else that you would like to talk to us about, which we don't already know?" The meeting room was getting heated, and not the sexy kind as Freda's colleagues 'oohed' silently, so that Mr. Ericson wouldn't hear.

The man frowned before he leaned backwards against his seat's backrest. "Meeting dismissed." Freda was the first one to get up as she gathered her stuff from the large table. Everyone just waited for her to leave the room first so that they could also do the same thing, since this was how things had always been.

If you didn't notice already, Mr. Ericson and Freda Heinz did not like each other at all. Most of it was because Mr. Ericson was as dumb as a brick and had only gotten the position as department head because of his oldest brother being the CEO of the newspaper company they worked for.

The second reason was that he felt threatened by Freda because she was clearly the one that deserved his position more than him, but then again, he couldn't even fire her, nor could she leave her job.

It was a very complicated situation.

And then entered Olivia which was definitely not long for Ola.

Ola had been a great addition to Freda's office life since she would find herself going to the mail room more times than she could count now. Yes, there was still Howard in there, but he rarely talked, or looked at them for that matter, since he was a hardcore gamer and literally lived in the mail room.

"I can't believe he didn't know what a water dispenser was!" Ola chuckled as Freda paced back and forth in front of her while she sorted through the formal and informal mail.

Ola's job was easy. She just had to sort mail, but then again, the only thing making her job difficult was the pacing woman in front of her right now. But since Freda had been the one to get her that job, she just silently listened to the overtly talkative woman.

"How would he even know if he doesn't even care!"

"I think he's a bit weird." Ola interjected and got a grateful look from the woman. "Thank you! At least you agree with me verbally."

"Oh, I meant that in a cool way." Freda's expressions changed to disgust as she looked at the brunette who was sporting a blue scarf around her neck. Blue was really her color, but Freda wasn't going to say that because Ola had just broken an unspoken rule in her book.

She had complimented the boss.

"He's an idiot!" Ola flinched as the red-head's voice rose another octave. "Oh, come on, he's not that bad."

"He thinks monkeys are humans but only hairier."

The brunette frowned before she nodded her head in agreement. "How the hell do you even know that though?"

Freda smirked as she finally sat down in the only chair placed across from Ola's. "I talked to his wife once and she told me that he was in a club, back in college, that was literally named, 'Free our monkey brothers and sisters'. And he was the president."

The brunette frowned, completely missing the point of the whole thing as she spoke up, "So, him and his wife met in college. That's sweet."

Freda shook her head as she sighed loudly. Ola stopped sorting for a minute as she thought of just comforting the woman a little more engagingly so she could work in peace.

"Look," Ola paused since she suddenly began to see flowers and rainbows right behind Freda's head. The red head looked at the brunette with large wondering eyes, but they weren't the only problem as Ola blinked to get the imagery out of her head before continuing, "we could bad-mouth Mr. Ericson here all day, or we could just bad-mouth him at lunch, while we work for the rest of the time."

Freda liked that idea since that would mean they both could have lunch together and bad-mouth the boss at the same time. It was the perfect date. But Ola did not think of it that way even when Freda subtly did.

"It's a date then!"

Yeah, screw subtle.

"Wait, what?" Ola looked up in confusion as the red head got up from the chair and made her way out of the mailroom, smiling widely.

Ola didn't even know what had happened as she sat there in confusion before her eyes moved to her fellow mail-room employee, Howard. He was playing on the computer that he had personally built up in the corner of the room.

"I thought I was joining a normal office." Ola mumbled to herself as she continued on with her work.

Oh, trust me, Ola. I thought you were going to work in a normal office too, but they aren't that fun to be in. Plus, Mr. Ericson is going to play such a huge part in helping you get the girl.

Ola slapped her right ear since she felt something buzzing there before sorting out the mail. 

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