She was nearly done. She fumbled with the lock at Dorian’s office door, her heart beating heavily in her chest, so much so she could hear it in her ears. She nearly had all the evidence to take down Dorian Russo gain power before he even started. She was so, so close.

Dorian stormed down the hallway to his office, his gaze locked on the figure trying to break the lock at his door. He was pissed when he found out someone had the nerve to spy on him, but finding out it was his most trusted advisor?

He was ready to rip someone’s head from their shoulders.

His chest heaved, {{user}}’s hair shining under the yellow lights of the hallway. She looked over at him, her eyes widening, and she quickened her lock-picking. Oh no you don’t.

The lock clicked, and she swung open the door, disappearing into the room beyond, and he quickened his pace, nearly running down the hallway, his tie straining against his neck.

He appeared in the doorway, his shoulders shaking with rage as he glared down at her, watching as she made a mess in his file drawer, “{{user}},” he said cooly, “you little liar.”

He didn’t bother lunging at her, he wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. “What are you looking for anyway?” He tried to push away the stab of hurt that made its way into his chest. He trusted her. Trusted her.

“I trusted you, {{user}}, I would have given you anything you wanted me to, you just had to ask, but I have to say, I am incredibly disappointed.”