Anya
She pulled up to the site where Ben’s company was putting in their new office. Well, office seemed like an understatement for what she was looking at.
It looked a bit like a hotel.
“Ah, Anya,” Ben smiled, approaching her. He had a woman with long blonde hair following behind him. She looked…out of place. She had a skin tight, white dress on that pushed her breasts—no, not breasts, balloons—together, almost spilling out of the top. She wore spiky, black heels.
And a construction hat.
The other by Ben’s side was a smaller man, who looked rather plain, if anything. There was nothing special about him, aside from that mark on his neck—similar to the ones Anya had seen around Jack’s pack and the one she was hiding under her scarf.
Ben, as always, wore some custom-m
