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The Last Two at the Office
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The proposal was done by afternoon, yet I lingered until eleven, only because the light in his office was still on. The moment the last of the floor emptied out, my director laid his jacket over the back of my chair.
Contents · 3 chapters
First 1 chapters free · coins after that- 01The Last Two on the FloorFreeEleven at night, and the only light left on the floor was ours. He came over and laid his jacket over the back of my chair.
- 02Under That Jacket🔒 300 coinsYou can get up and leave right now, he said. Or stay. He handed the choice back to me.
- 03Before Dawn🔒 350 coinsAt the office tomorrow, he said, fixing my collar, I am still your director. But after tonight.
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