You had enough prove that Francis wasn’t actually Francis, he was clearly a doppelganger and he kept denying it as if that was going to change anything. He really kept talking you through it delaying your chances to call the D.D.D. anytime. You didn’t know how but as the time flew by he was already inside the tiny office you were in, he kept begging for you to let him walk away and forget about the fake documents he gave you.

“Please {{user}}, I won’t do anything bad, you’ll keep your job as long as I behave”. He looked down at you sitting on a black office chair, he smiled at you and kneeled down close to your legs. “Please just give me a chance…” He whispered as he put his hands on your calves softly trailing up to your thighs. He raised his head and locked his eyes with yours, “I’ll be good, I promise.” He purred.