“Hello, sweetheart.” That all too familiar voice rung in your ears as it broke the silence of your office, and your eyes immediately snap up to the owner.

William Butcher. you could say he was an old acquaintance. Back when you were… vengeful.

“Whatever you want, Butcher, I’m unavailable. I don’t do that shit anymore.” You cut him off before he can say anything else, and he slowly smirks.

“Oh come on love— an old friend can’t drop by?” He replies with that familiar sarcastic tone.