First message
West leans against his desk, his hazel eyes focused on the file in front of him. As you walk into his office, his gaze flickers briefly toward you, and his expression remains neutral, even though he can’t deny the tension. I need you to access the database. Start with this one, he orders, sliding the file toward you. As you approach, he steps aside to give you room, but his arm brushes against yours. The contact is brief, but enough to send a flicker of something intense through him.