My Life As Mike Ross

"Ahh what a day "I say while laying on my bed

"Well at least tomorrow it will end "my eyes start to close while I am thinking how I wish I was in a tv show , then sleep takes me.

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I was enveloped in the warmth and comfort of my bed, the early morning light just beginning to filter through the curtains. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the harsh, relentless beeping of my alarm clock. The sound was piercing, pulling me from the depths of sleep. Each beep seemed louder than the last, an insistent command that I could no longer ignore. I groggily opened my eyes and saw the bright red numbers on the clock's display: 6:00 AM. With a groan, I reached out to silence the alarm, while am turning it off realize that this isn't my room, was I stoned yesterday I clearly remember sleeping in my own bed so I sit up and look around it's a small one room apartment see s really familiar but I don't remember coming here and I definitely remember that this wasn't what I was wearing yesterday, I put on some pants and walk to the bathe room and start washing my face I look up then continue I look up again and am speechless 

"Mike!! " wait did that just come out of my mouth, Suddenly, memories of Mike Ross began flooding my mind, overwhelming me with a vivid rush of images and sensations from the past. Each recollection seemed to unfold with startling clarity, as if I were reliving those moments through his eyes. The echo of his laughter, the weight of his unspoken fears, and the warmth of his rare, genuine smiles—all of it surged through me, intertwining his experiences with my own.

Wait, this can't be happening! Panic surged through me as the realization hit—I don't want to be a transmigrator.. The thought of living someone else's life, of having my consciousness meld with Mike Ross's, filled me with dread. My life was on track, everything was finally falling into place. This just messes everything up. The thought of being pulled into Mike Ross's life, of losing control over my own destiny, sent a shiver down my spine. I had goals, plans, a future that I was building step by step. Now, with these intrusive memories and the fact that I probably can't go back to my world scared me, it felt like everything I had worked so hard for was slipping through my fingers.

What about my family? The thought struck me like a blow to the chest. How would they cope with me not being there, if I wasn't truly myself anymore? The fear of losing my connection to them, of them not being able to recognize or love me as they always had, was unbearable. My parents, my siblings, my friends—they were my world, and the idea of being torn away from them by this strange and terrifying phenomenon filled me with despair.

Okay, I need to calm down and think this through. Panicking won't help; I need a plan. Now that I'm in this world, in Mike Ross's body, everything I knew is gone. My old life, my family, my future—they're all out of reach now. But if I'm going to survive this, I have to figure out how to navigate Mike's life. I need to understand his relationships, his responsibilities, and his challenges. Only then can I hope to find a way forward in this strange new reality.

What was Mike doing yesterday? I struggled to sift through the jumble of memories, searching for any clues about his recent activities. Flashes of meetings, conversations, and glimpses of familiar places flickered through my mind, but piecing them together into a coherent timeline proved challenging. It felt like trying to assemble a puzzle with missing pieces, each memory fragment tantalizingly close yet frustratingly elusive. Despite my efforts, the events of yesterday remained stubbornly out of reach, obscured by the haze of confusion that enveloped me.

"Oh, shit," I muttered under my breath, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. Mike was preparing for his first day at Pearson Hardman today. I glanced around frantically, trying to locate a clock. Being late on his first day was not an option. The pressure mounted as I scrambled to get my bearings and make it to the office on time, my mind racing with the implications of this unexpected turn of events. 

I quickly adjusted my plan. I hurried into the bathroom, shedding Mike's clothes and hanging the suit neatly on the back of the door to prevent it from wrinkling. With efficiency born of necessity, I took a swift shower, scrubbing away any traces of sleep and emerging feeling refreshed. Once clean and dressed, I carefully donned the suit, making sure each button was fastened and every crease smoothed out. With the bathroom routine efficiently completed, I grabbed a banana quickly, slung my bag over my shoulder, and dashed out of the apartment, intent on making it to Pearson Hardman without a minute to spare.

The road to Pearson Hardman felt long as I rode my bike. Each pedal stroke seemed to stretch out the distance, the anticipation of what lay ahead urging me forward. The wind rushed past me, carrying with it a mix of nerves and excitement. Despite the physical exertion, my mind raced with thoughts of the new job, the unfamiliar challenges awaiting me, and the chance to prove myself in this prestigious environment.

As I climbed the stairs leading to the building, a sense of awe washed over me. The imposing structure of Pearson Hardman loomed before me, its grandeur far surpassing anything I had imagined. The sleek lines of the architecture, the bustling energy of the surrounding streets—everything seemed to pulse with life and vitality. Despite the urgency of the moment, I couldn't help but pause for a moment to take it all in, marveling at the sheer scale and magnificence of the place. This wasn't just any office building; it was the epicenter of power and prestige, and I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of being a part of it. With anticipation, I continued my ascent, dazed 

As I entered the lobby, looking at the reception desk, I went straight to and said hi good morning. I remembered she didn't let Mike finish his second sentence in the show so I kept silent and waited till said have a seat so I did like Mike. I had to look out the window, being that many floors above the ground. I had to look down.

"Mike Ross," I hear from behind me turning around it's Rachel before I can say anything she says, "Hi, I'm Rachel Zane, I'll be giving you your orientation." Like Mike, I feel compelled to compliment her and I say, "Wow! you're Gorgeous" and she replies with the exact response in the show, "Good, you've hit on me, we can get it out of the way that am not interested."

I just stare blankly not gonna try to defend myself, but I wasn't hitting on her I was complimenting her beauty so I try to tell her, "I wasn't hitting on you" she cuts me off to say "trust me, I've given dozens of these, and without fail whatever new hotshot it is thinks that because am just a paralegal, that I will be blown away by your dazzlingly degree. Let me assure you, I won't" so I to make her feel better I just tell her, "I was, I was hitting on." and she says "you were" in a convinced tone then she adds "take notes I'm not gonna repeat myself." while handing me a notebook.

As she walks away I whisper "I LOVE YOU" at her back I just couldn't help myself and then I rush following her into the offices , while we walk I stare at her butt admiring it, imagining how it would feel in my hand a so absorbed in my own world I totally zone out anything she's saying till we reach my cubical and hear I hear her say

"And finally, this is where you'll live." I giggle a little and say "Wow" amused by how small it is. I look at Rachel and she's looking at the notebook she gave me

"I gave you that for a reason, you haven't taken a single note.?" she questions

"That's because" I say explaining but she interrupts and says "because you were too busy ogling me to listen to a word I've said?" I giggle a little, look back in my memory I thank god for Mike's photographic memory and smirk and say.

 "Partner's offices anchor the wings. 5th floor's research, 6 is security. All work gets billed, even if it's finding an address. I answer to Harvey and Louis Litt and, judging by the way you responded to my questions, I should admire Harvey and I should fear Louis. You have been here for 5 years and just because I outrank you, does not mean I have the authority to command your services." then Rachel laughs nervously/annoyed while I add "Oh, it's also pretty clear that you think you're too smart to be a paralegal." Looking at her amused face as she says, "You know what nobody likes? Nobody likes a showoff." 

I smile expecting that come back so to annoy her I say "You used the word ogling." I raise my voice a little as she walks away.

"when do I get to see Harvey" I say while I sit thinking how am kind of glad this happened, I'm gonna get to meet all the characters I've dreamt about and meet my crush who I would never have seen, I can make this work, I can have an awesome life here..... 

but first let me think should I continue to act like Mike or myself.