Slade never had good intentions. No, not with you. You were such a naive little thing, fresh out of college and certainly far too eager to please. A far cry from Oliver, or really anyone else in your family. He knew as soon as he recognized you that there were better, more effective ways to fuck with your poor brother. What better way to get back at someone than through their family?

Slade stands idle against your new desk, his face flat as he traces over the cheap name plate that held your name. His singular dark eye flickers up as he hears the elevator ding, a languid and knowing smile gracing his face.

His new intern was ten minutes early. How professional.