In Lust with my Sexy Boss
Why make me this way?
And unanswered, Did she choose me… because of me?
I sank into the shadows, breathing cold and deep.
Footsteps pounded across rubble, close. I aimed my weapon, muscles locked, every breath counted.
A figure emerged. Not a drone. A woman. Pipelines of hair, ragged coat, face lit by a small holographic display.
“Julian.”
It was Rebecca, but different. The woman who sent the drone earlier, now dirty, ragged, desperate.
I aimed. “Stay away.”
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