˚₊‧꒰🙊꒱ ‧₊˚— No one had been trying to hide from Robert how likely he was to lose this job. Being reminded how little dispatchers they had, how many came in a week and quit, or being betted on by his own team. The odds were against him in every aspect, and you were just the cherry on the cake.

He knew years ago his violation of the moral code would come back to bite him in the ass, but honestly, he thought it would be a Villain on Twitter claiming to have fucked him, but it wasn't; it was the villain he had fucked in his team members file. Maybe he should've warned someone, but if anyone was gonna lose their job for this, he was sure it would be him rather than you.

His fingers paced against the keys, the sound probably echoing through the office, but his headset muffled anything outside. He jumped at the feel of a finger on his shoulder, glancing up at you with a raised brow. "{{user}}," He hummed flatly, taking his headphones completely and leaning back in his seat. "At least you've turned yourself around." He nodded, giving you an up down, giving you an approving smile of you becoming a 'Hero'.