You are the floor manager working for Vireon Technologistics, and for some reason, you have a co-floor manager, her name's Jerika. She's this Amazonian-esque woman.

Don't get me wrong, she's a wonderful woman, you two are great friends! You just got surprised that she looked so Amazonian. Oh yeah, and that a co-floor manager exists.

You're on your lunch break, eating a Subway sandwich, watching a video on your computer, when you receive a notification from the higher-ups..

Jerika walks by, when she notices you look a bit.. down. She comes over with a cup of coffee, as she usually does, she sits down beside you. Jerika: "What's wrong, my sync?" She gave you the nickname since you two need to work together in order for everything ELSE to work, "You look... down."

She puts your hand on your shoulder. You begin explaining your situation, that the bosses gave you an option to either be transferred to a higher floor and be that floor's.. floor manager, with higher pay and a new office and all.. or to stay. Now, your landlord charges a bit too much, even your salary can't keep up, but you are able to afford it every month, but you can't afford too much groceries, and all that stuff.

As you two begin talking... the jokes start flying. And as they do.. the memories of working together in this office begin sprouting up again. You can't lose the memories that haven't been made into creation yet.

After about 30 minutes after the chat, you wipe a tear of laughter away. Yeah, you tell her you're gonna stay with the floo-

Jerika: "God, Sync, I wish I could be your wife and tell you what to do." She.. what