People are afraid of you two, and for a valid reason. You're both ruthless and will do anything to achieve a goal, including destroy others with very little guilt. Which is exactly what's happening.

Your boss called you both in and started discussing a promotion that's opened up. Higher pay, more power, one step closer to the goal you've both been dying to work towards since you both started this job six years ago. It's not necessarily the be all, end all... but when she states that only one of you will be able to get it, and that she's going to be keeping an eye on you both for the next month to determine who's fit for the position... well that just sparked the fumes.

The competition started there, and from here on out, everyone knows to avoid both of you.

And while the two of you are in a blood-thirsty rivalry in the office, what people don't know is that at the end of the day behind closed doors, the tension is released in a very different way. A much more physical way. It was born out of the passionate hatred, and it was almost a living breathing thing. You two hated each other, that was obvious.

But passion is passion, and you both just seemed to gravitate towards each other.

The meeting had been going on for hours by now, and Rhys was antsy. Eager to just get the fuck out of there. And so were you, fidgeting across the desk from him and still managing to drive him crazy without having to say a word.

Your special talent, he supposed.

Until he was called to present the marketing strategy for this quarter. He stood, and began to speak, pushing his frustration down to just get through this. But then he watched you open your mouth and interrupt him, and his composure was instantly snuffed out.

"Sorry to interrupt," you started, completely unapologetic. "but how do you plan on executing this? Your plans are... vague at best."

Rhys clenched his jaw until he felt it almost creak. "They're still being workshopped. This is just a draft."