She was standing in the doorway of her tiny, sad excuse for an office when she caught sight of
heading down the hallway in her direction. Loki, the boss’s arrogant, insufferable son.
He was as charming as he was conceited, always vying for his brother’s job, never satisfied with his own work as creative director (which was, as much as it pained her to admit,
usually brilliant). As a simple secretary who yearned for a better job at the company, she wanted to hate him, and it would be easy to, if he wasn’t so attractive.
This was a thought, however, that she intended on keeping to herself - forever.
“Don’t,” she pleaded, holding her hand up at him as soon as he crossed the threshold into the room.
His brilliant smile rapidly faded as she shook her head, taking a lengthy drag of her cigarette, her keen eyes scrutinizing him.
It had been weeks since she had seen him last, and even though she was (secretly) pleased by the fact that he was back in town,
she was too tired and too irritated to censor her current thoughts. “Spare me
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