“Wow”. She’s poking me. “You’re actually nesting, he’s stressed you that much?”.
“Please leave me alone”. Sakura keeps poking me.
“It’s just day one”. Another poke. “He has you stress nesting already”. The useless chit giggles. “You’re so f****d”.
Yes, I truly am so f****d.
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I walked to the doors of HQ confidently…then my confidence disappeared so I decided to bail. There’s nothing wrong with running away when you’re outclassed.
Apparently the bastard anticipated this too, because the next thing I know, I’m swarmed by all these men in shiny black suits with comms hanging from their ears chanting some ‘code 445’ bullshit surround me like they’re trying to sacrifice me.
It’s unnerving.
Then they herd me into the building, up the elevator— and right to the front of The Superior
