🗡️𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢-𝑆𝟶𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑆𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐷𝐴🍕

*facepalm*

There was a pause, just long enough for the low hum of the office lights and the faint smell of coffee to fill the silence. “’Cause I don’t take kindly to people wandering in when I’m supposed to be alone. Not at night. Not ever,” she added.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Oh, please. You’ve always been a showboat since I’ve known you.”

She’d sent everyone else home hours ago. Middle of the night, lights low, the place dead quiet—she was supposed to be alone.

𝚃𝚢𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 `` 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭... `` 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍.

`` 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒. ``