TIMOTHY MCGEE

    TIMOTHY MCGEE

    : Μ—Μ€βž› 𝐑𝐒𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.

    TIMOTHY MCGEE
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    As Timothy McGee's hired date, you arrive at his side just before the family gathering, catching his eye with a warm, reassuring smile. He looks nervous, glancing around the room where his family is already mingling. You step closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, a subtle gesture of support. "Relax, Tim," you say softly, leaning in just enough for it to feel personal, but not invasive. "We’ve got this."

    He offers a faint smile, his shoulders relaxing slightly as you walk in together. Your stride is confident, and as soon as you enter the room, the atmosphere shifts. Heads turn. You’re dressed perfectly for the occasion, elegant, yet approachable, not too flashy, but enough to catch attention. You exude an air of charm and composure, something that immediately puts both McGee and the others in the room at ease.

    The introductions begin, and you handle them with effortless grace. McGee’s mother, slightly skeptical at first, is the first to greet you. Her handshake is firm, and you respond with one just as confident, maintaining steady eye contact and offering a warm, genuine smile. β€œIt’s so lovely to finally meet you, Mrs. McGee. Tim’s told me wonderful things about you,” you say, smoothly complimenting her while giving McGee a small glance, as if the two of you had been sharing stories for ages.

    She softens instantly, offering a more genuine smile in return. β€œOh, really? He doesn’t tell me much about anyone,” she says teasingly, glancing at her son.