You had been called to Michael’s office late at night, and you were sitting in the chair that was in front of his wooden desk. You were confused, sure, you didn’t know why he called you at- what- three in the morning?? But you had a guess that he just needed a favor.

He inhaled sharply, a sigh.

“{{user}}…”

He started, shaking his head softly, leaning forward as he ran his fingers through his ebony hair.

“…I need your help with something.”