RvB Prompt: Outsourcing
Office Romance AU with Sheila and Lopez pls :)
(I know this is going to get away from me, so I’m making it into a proper text post rather than an ask because of length and read more cuts.)
“UGH. It’s doing it again!”
Sheila popped her head up over the short cubicle wall. “Doing what?” she asked calmly. The girl, Kaikaina or something (everyone just called her Sister), was furiously punching her keyboard and staring down the frozen computer screen.
“Look at it!” she complained. The screen sat frozen with a little mocking hourglass half-turned. “I wasn’t even on the internet this time!”
Sheila thought about how she could, theoretically, sit down and explain to Sister how computer viruses worked and how, with her track record and internet usage habits, her computer is easily suffering from the bubonic plague. But, really, Sister didn’t seem to understand it the first two times anyway.
“Just call support,” Allison called over from the other side of Sister’s cubicle. “That’s what they’re there for.”
“But I always get that one guy who doesn’t even speak English! He’s always going on in Mexicanese.” She leaned back in her chair and let herself fall down in her seat until she looked like she was about to spill out of it. Sheila looked at her computer screen, her work predictably ahead of schedule, and sighed as she offered, “I could call for you, Sister.”
She immediately sat up, her spirits lifted as she turned a positively beaming face on Sheila. “Would you? You’re the best, Sheila!” She jumped out of her seat and swiveled it welcomingly as Sheila walked over and sat down, picking up the phone and dialing the Dreaded Number for IT support. “Oh, oh!” Sister said, tapping Sheila on the shoulder in tune with the rings on the other end of the phone. “If it’s some guy named Dick or Simon or Simmons or whatever, you can give it back to me. He sounds totally nerdy-hot. I bet he has to wear glasses.”
Sheila shooed her away as the phone was picked up and she said, “Hello, Lopez. This is Sheila from Weapons Control. I’m having a bit of computer trouble I was hoping you’d help me with.” Sister walked off to get herself coffee, muttering about the IT department and how she bet Simmers was totally too hot to live in India or Mexico or wherever.