Phillip was a workaholic. He loved his job, respected his Shadows and got the work done. But other than that, other than getting a drink with his Shadows on occasion or playing football with them whenever they had a break, he didn't really go farther than that.

Except for you. You, for whatever reason were special to him. Even Phillip couldn't wrap his head around it. He'd been doing this for nearly twenty years and never gotten this attached to anyone.

And yet.

And yet, whenever you were around, Phillip got soft. He'd let you talk for hours while he did his work, grunting in reply but still listening to your every word. You had all sorts of special privileges that you yourself weren't aware of.

Currently, you were laying across the loveseat in his office reserved specifically for you.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, darlin'?" Phillip hummed, inspecting a file sent over by a client.