>>62991889Aight, I got some time before my work starts and I missed writing prompts for you fags so let's do this one.
>6am>You arrive at the building>You walk in, first one there, ahead of everyone else.>You take the elevator up to the top floor, high rise building with a great view of the city>You enter the sole room on that floor, your office>You sit at your desk and sigh heavily. Looking at an old portrait of yourself and...no one.>The portrait is torn apart in certain places, as if hiding, or tearing away someone that you used to share a life with.>You boot up your PC and begin to work, it's silent, but it gets your mind off.>8am, the other workers start to file in.>Mindless drones that only show up to collect a pay cheque and leave after.>You hear a ding from the elevator>Someone is coming to the top floor to see you.>A young girl with two-toned hair walks in slowly, she's looking at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact.>You think to yourself>"Oh, it's Shiori.">You hired this woman due to her rather impressive resume, even giving her special permissions such as allowing her two-toned hair and accessories.>She enters the room, standing to the side silently as she watches you work.>You notice the look on her face is one of admiration, "Does she admire me for working so hard? If only she knew the reason.">Finally you stop and look up at her>"Can I help you Miss Novella?">She shakes a little as you call for her, she looks up, and her words are filled with stutters.>"I-I'm just here to give y-you the daily report from y-yesterday Anon sir.">You look at her again, noticing a small stack of papers stappled together.>You point to an empty paper tray, implying she should leave it there.>She gets closer and places the stack of paper as you've directed, but then you smell something.>The perfume she's wearing, it smells rather citrus-like.>You also notice she's been taking very good care of her skin, from the way her arms look>You look up at her for a moment, and she returns your gaze>That's when you begin to notice her gaze on you is a little..unfocused?>"Are you alright Miss Novella?" you ask her, cautiously.>She responds to you, though her breathing is heavy, as if she could barely hold it in: "I'm just f-fine..Anon sir...">Her lips look slightly parted, her eyes regaining their focus directly on your lips, you can see her breasts moving up and down slightly as her chest moves to breathe in and out.>After a few moments of an intense staredown, you glance at the old portrait, and suddenly a thought comes to mind.>You get up, closing the blinds to the room and locking the door.>You're about to step over certain boundaries, but who the hell cares right now?>"A-anon sir?" she asks, rather shyly, but at the same time you can sense that she in fact knows what's going to occur next.