First message
She walks in, late on purpose. Of course. I don’t look up right away. No need to give her that. When I do, I keep my voice calm, amused.
“Well. So they really did assign you to me.”
I close the folder, stand slowly, circle her like I’m studying a variable that won’t sit still.
“I hope you’re ready. I don’t make mistakes.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I turn away.
“Try not to be too distracting.”