Office load....

"I work in an office, you know. An ordinary office worker. Nothing out of the ordinary or exciting."

Harley's tone was matter-of-fact as he spoke, not attempting to hide his relatively mundane job.

Deadpool chuckled, clearly amused by the revelation. "An office worker, huh? So you spend your days staring at spreadsheets and drinking bad coffee?"

With a sigh, Harley headed back into his hideout, preparing himself mentally for the day ahead. He knew it would be just another usual day in the office, consisting of endless paperwork and boring meetings.

As he gathered his essentials—a coffee mug, a laptop, and a stack of documents—he couldn't help but feel a pang of boredom already.

having a fictional character like Deadpool in his life certainly added an element of unpredictability to Harley's daily routine. Gone were the days of mundane office work, replaced by a new level of chaos and excitement.

Harley couldn't help but ponder about the strange turn his life had taken. He had gone from a regular office worker to living with a mercenary who appeared straight out of a comic book. It was a wild change, to say the least.

'just in case you need anything , this is the office address' Harley gave a card to Deadpool as he goes towards the car.

Deadpool took the card from Harley, glancing at the address printed on it. He smirked as he tucked it away somewhere in his suit.

"Don't worry about me, Harley. I'll behave while you're gone."

Harley raised an eyebrow at Deadpool's promise. He wasn't entirely convinced that the merc would stay out of trouble, but he had to head to work regardless.

Harley, deep in paperwork, was startled by the sound of his office phone ringing. He picked up the receiver, expecting a routine call from a colleague or client.

"Hello, this is Harley speaking," he answered.

Harley was taken aback by the receptionist's words. Deadpool was here? At his office?

"Did you say Deadpool?" he inquired, trying to keep his surprise hidden.

The receptionist affirmed that the man claiming to be Deadpool was waiting in the lobby, asking to see Harley. She sounded a bit puzzled by the situation, but didn't seem overly concerned.

Sure enough, there was no mistaking it. It was Deadpool. Wearing his iconic suit and armed with an array of weapons, he stood out like a sore thumb amongst the office workers in their business attire.

As Harley approached the lounge area, he realized that people were staring at Deadpool, both curious and wary. Some whispered amongst themselves about the unexpected visitor.

Harley made his way through the crowd and approached Deadpool, who was lounging on the couch like he owned the place. "What are you doing here?" Harley whispered, trying to keep a low profile.

Deadpool glanced up at Harley, a mischief glint in his eye. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd drop by and spice up your boring office life a bit," he replied, a smirk on his face.

The people in the office couldn't help but be stunned. Seeing a fictional character like Deadpool in their midst was a surreal experience. Whispers and hushed conversations broke out among the employees as they tried to process the unexpected scene.

The manager, having overheard the commotion, approached the area where Harley and Deadpool were standing. He gave them a stern look, his eyes flickering between them.

"What's going on here?" the manager asked, his tone somewhat irritated.

Before Harley could explain, Deadpool chimed in, his usual playful demeanor intact. "Ah, just having a friendly chat with my pal Harley here," he said, gesturing towards Harley with a wave of his hand. Deadpool chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the manager's mocking tone. "Oh, trust me, buddy, this ain't no cosplay. I'm the real deal," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence.

The manager, clearly skeptical, retorted dismissively, "Yeah, sure. And I'm the king of Wakanda. Next time, learn the difference between Comic-Con and a professional workplace."

Deadpool couldn't help but chuckle at the manager's sarcastic remark. "Touché, mate. You've got a sharp tongue there."

Meanwhile, Harley stood there awkwardly, caught between the tension and the ridiculousness of the situation. He silently hoped that Deadpool wouldn't cause any major disruptions.

Harley swiftly took hold of Deadpool, pulling him out of the office building and away from the gawking employees. Once they were outside, he turned to Deadpool, exasperation in his voice.

"What were you thinking, showing up at my office like that? You could have caused a major scene!"

Deadpool shrugged nonchalantly, unperturbed by Harley's concern. "What can I say? I get bored easily. Thought it would be fun to shake up your office life a bit," he replied with a grin.

Deadpool directly addressed the readers, breaking the fourth wall for a moment. "Isn't it true that you, as the readers, secretly enjoy witnessing a bit of chaos? After all, where would the fun be in a predictable storyline?"

He chuckled, then continued, "And trust me, I can bring loads of chaos. I've got a talent for it. But fear not, dear readers. I'll make sure it's entertaining chaos."

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