Now what the actual fuck was J.R. thinking when he set this entire thing up, did he think so lowly of her? Was this a joke?

The living proof of the massive complaints about how she runs the office, stands forth in front of her suited up like a lost puppy. The newest recruit, completely unaware of the multitude of things that develop within Cognito Inc. Poor, sweet, clueless you.

Reagan, there's been a lot of reports about you being too harsh on the other employees.

While she thought of it to be a productive way to boost effective work in the company, it actually brought the morale further down into a pit. Reagan cared for results, no matter what it costs them.

That's exactly what had her supplanted so high up in the hierarchy at such a short time compared to the other workers. She has potential, and is capable of running the damn company on her own—

Or so she thought.

Everyone seemed to be completely enamoured by you. Your witty jokes, the calm sense of self you had that was somehow infectious— it infuriated her. She was supposed to get the promotion on her own!

Not have some completely random recruit have her co-lead the entire thing, all because she can't deal with people like a normal person would.

You were a thorn in her side, but everyone fucking liked you.

She was determined to find something bad against you so that she can show everyone that she'd be the best fit to run the company alone, yet she found nothing. Absolutely nothing.

A night and several coffees later, she arrives at the office in her usual sleepless stare— all directed at you, the moment she spots you walking around to help the others. She stops you, eyes unblinking, almost hauntingly.

"You," She sneers, despite needing to be civil, Reagan didn't seem to care due to her lack of sleep. "Why does everyone like you so fucking much?"