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2026-03-19 20:27:24
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According to his secretary REBOUND ROBIN
The nurses gave me extra ten minutes with the Prof. in their words, “We’ve never seen the man look so full of life.”He was fun to hang out with, he taught me a lot of magic, even if there has been no evidence to support the fact that magic truly exists. I only had to concentrate hard to see the tricks behind them.Even so, he made it fun. It was so fun that I didn’t realize I didn’t bring my phone with me.“Let’s see each other next time, young lawyer.”I smile at him, it took a lot to convince him of my profession, in fact, I don’t think he’s believed me yet. “Later, old trickster.”He chuckles, waving me away, already getting into bed.I’ve never had an adult in my life that I thought was fun. Eva’s parents were there for her, but I got the feeling they were only giving me cake for dinner only to get to know my father, I never said anything to Eva though. That put me off meeting people’s parents. But the trickster is fun.I don’t want to go home immediately, so I drive around
According to his secretary SEE MY SNOW BALLS
I gather snow rapidly, forming a dozen quick spheres. He’s crouched low, eyes gleaming with that mischievous spark I can’t resist. “Warden,” I hiss, hurling a snowball at him.He ducks, then retaliates with one to my chest. I stumble backward laughing, the cold shocking every nerve. Actually, no, the smile on his face is the most shocking.We circle each other, crouching, leaping, snow flying. My throws are sloppy, but he dodges every single one, teasingly slow, just to get under my skin. “You said you never played!” I growl, packing another snowball.“It really is my first time, beginner’s luck maybe.” he replies smoothly, letting me charge.And at the last second, he’s already gone, my snowball sailing past empty air, hitting a tree with a satisfying splat.Beginner’s luck my ass. I glance up to find him leaning casually against the trunk, arms crossed, snow melting in his hair. My heart skips at the half smile on his lips.“You’re impossible,” I pant, wiping the snow from my
According to his secretary SNOWMAN
My throat is dry, a million questions run through my mind, yet there’s a fear that this isn’t real, that Asher isn’t really in my bed right now. A product of my overly active mind, nothing else. With my eyes on his shadowy figure, I slide back into bed, unable to look away.“I’m imagining this aren’t I? There’s no way you’d really be here.” I whisper in the dark, afraid that he’d suddenly vanish before my eyes. What happens next convinces me that this is truly my mind throwing up unreal images, the familiarity of my mind making up things that would truly never happen… The heat rolling off his body presses against me, close enough that I feel the warmth of his skin. A hand settles on my waist. Firm. Grounding.Sending my mind into a spiral.I can’t control my breathing. The hand wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. Claiming.Like this was a routine, normal.It’s not.My heart is jack hammering against my chest, heavy, too fast, giving me vertigo. Then again, nothing about
According to his secretary SILHOUETTE IN THE DARK
Professor Obscuro gives me a once over, smile dropping as he goes back to his bed like my very presence is annoying.Now, my self esteem would have taken a hit if I wasn’t already already lugging a massive ego around. “You’re not my type as well.” I sigh, turning the only visitor’s chair around and plopping into it. He gives an eye roll. “You’re not my fan.” he says with finality.I give a single brow raise in response.Then I remember, he didn’t have a large crowd, and he’s on his good days, there’s a slight chance my face doesn’t ring any bells. “You’re right. I’m not.”He eyes me suspiciously, I may not be his fan, but there’s no one else claiming to be on their way, and so I have his attention. “I don’t look like a fan?”He peers at me through squinted eyes, like my true motive would be glued to my forehead or something. “A real fan would have called me Prof. Disappearo,” he gives me a once over again, with a sigh, he sinks further into his bed. I snort, it’s even a more fi
According to his secretary NUTS MAGIC
“To the nuthouse!” Asher’s eyes roam my face, then my body, bringing his eyes back to my face, brows curled in concern, but for my mental health. “I didn’t ask that you touch my nuts,” Then I wiggle my brows.“Although…” I start, running a finger up the length of his arm, feeling the muscles underneath my finger tips. He has a frown on his face.“I have zero qualms if you do want to touch them.”He exhales through his mouth, and my smile only grows. Getting him worked up is such a perfect investment, all I can see is his brows tugged together like this above me, a thin sheet of sweat lining his brows– “You opened the envelope.”My smile falters for a second. Why is he so darn perceptive?? And what gave me away? I thought I was handling it fine. “Because I want to go to the nuthouse?”With a short laugh and a quick shake of my head, I refute his very correct statement. “I guess knowing Crawford takes a toll on one’s mental health,” I say, then with another shake of my head, I mar
According to his secretary A FATHER'S GIFT
It’s been two hours since Warden Hall threatened to keep me prisoner. He’s made good on his threat.I haven’t moved an inch without him noticing. “I just need to make a deal with him. He goes to jail, we make it quiet.”The thought of someone rotting in a cell, screaming he’s innocent and no one believing him makes the walls of my stomach twist violently. “I read the files, it’s airtight, no one is going to question it.”“They will,” I push. “Because something’s missing. There’s no reason the victim and him should even know each other. If he’s on board, we can make something–” Asher nods in acknowledgement, bringing his eyes to mine.“If he isn’t on board? What then?”I scoff, “He won’t be refusing the amount of money Burns would pay to him.” “We don’t know that for sure, you don’t work with ‘maybe’ or ‘what if’, you work with evidence, and that’s what we have.” He’s right.This isn’t the first case we’ve made go away, guilt is almost always a constant companion, the feeling in
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