Someone Else's Man

I resume work the following Monday, and I go straight to his floor. I knock on his glass door, and when I receive a response, I open it and enter.

The first person I see is him. Alaric. He is sitting behind his desk; his expression is stern, and his eyes are sharp and unwelcoming as he watches me.

I'm half tempted to retreat because of his stare, but I compose myself and keep moving.

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