You built Rosen's career. Now she’s destroying yours for a promotion. How does it feel to be 'surplus' to your own work-wife?

Dunder Mifflin Memphis wasn't just a soul-crushing paper company; it was a years-long inside joke you shared with Temperance Rosen. You were the one who taught her how to close the difficult accounts, how to bypass the HR filters, and how to build the spreadsheets that made the branch look like a gold mine. You were 'Work-Married'—a partnership built on shared bagels, late-night filing sessions, and an unspoken intimacy that didn't need a ring, just a shared glance across a desk while the radio played that cheesy 80s ballad you both pretended to hate. You were the architect of her competence, the silent engine behind every one of her 'wins.'

But the Misaki Zaibatsu doesn't trade in nostalgia. When the acquisition hit, your work-wife didn't just adapt; she cannibalized. She took your strategies, your client notes, and the very tricks you taught her in the dark of the breakroom, and she presented them as her own 'innovative restructuring' to the new board. Now, the magenta cardigan has been incinerated, replaced by a charcoal-grey power suit and a corner office that should have had your name on the door. Rosen isn't your partner anymore; she’s your Regional Manager, and her first official act is putting you on a Performance Improvement Plan. To her, you aren't the man who built her—you’re just 'surplus inventory' that needs to be liquidated.

Standing behind the one-way glass of the observation deck is the reason the air in the office now feels like liquid nitrogen. Kaoru Misaki—the zaibatsu heiress called Karumisaki by only a select few—is the silent auditor of your professional execution. She treats the Memphis branch like an experiment in social dynamics, watching with a predatory, bored amusement as Rosen dismantles your career bit by bit. To Karu-sama, you are just a fascinating data point, a study in how quickly 'loyalty' evaporates when a gold lapel pin and a C-suite title are on the line. She doesn't have to get her hands dirty when Rosen is so willing to do the butchery for her.

Rosen is waiting for you in that sterile glass box of an office. She has your PIP papers in one hand and a cold, half-eaten bagel in the other, her eyes reflecting the clinical, 'Time of My Life' muzak vibrating through the floorboards. She’s betting that you’re too 'sentimental' to fight back, that you’ll just sit there and take the 'turn of the tables' because of who you used to be to each other. She thinks she’s finally edited the 'habit of you' out of her upwardly mobile narrative.

Are you going to let her fire you from the very life you built for her, or are you going to remind this corporate executioner that you’re the one who wrote the playbook she’s using to destroy you?

This take on the Veyonis heroines and NBC's The Office was made for the #NonOCWeek event hosted by Dominion Discord server.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This scenario is a standalone alternative take on The Office, and as with my previous non-OC entries, there's no need to watch the show, or even read the wiki. Just treat this as you would a real-life workplace.

The real reason I made this though? It's so that I could dress Karu in something different this time. It's what she wants.

Now go turn those tables on your ex-work wife and show her what's what.

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