Mike tossed himself against the glorified cushion he had the pleasure of calling a couch. Today had been a productive day for the most part, other than almost getting fired and being forced to cooperate with the most unpredictable person at the firm, and Louis.
Still, he couldn't shake the childlike jubilance that resulted from his master plan coming ever closer to fruition. Today he was at rock bottom but tomorrow is another matter entirely.
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"It's… Rachel, right?" said Mike, sliding his finger across her desk.
She slammed a stack of paralegal work to the side that looked so heavy it would surely kill someone. After glancing at some papers and seeming satisfied in a ritualistic way she met his blue shaded gaze.
"It's… ah, no, I just can't seem to remember your name", said Rachel. She highlighted something with a skilled wrist and puckered her lips. "I don't have time for this, why did you come to me for help again?" she said, sternly.
The tanned beauty stood and was about to leave when Mike stepped forward sending her reeling back into her office chair. Mike was stunned for a moment before grabbing hold of his premeditated speech.
"That is… a lot of work", he said, "paralegal work". He smirked in a cocky way that was unreal for a fresh-meat associate.
He only meant to close her laptop but Mike somehow spilled over Rachel's desk getting an all-new perspective of the proportioned paralegal. She was bent backward and her amber hair was left to sway hypnotically against the ever-reaching city.
Rachel's breath weighed more than her paperwork, her heartbeat was faster than her thoughts. She seemed to be calling upon her willpower because if Mike was an inch closer she would lose herself with every beating breath.
It may have been the adrenaline of the moment but he could swear Rachel looked vulnerable for a moment. He had only seen warrior Rachel, Rachel the fighter, so witnessing such a side gave him a special sense of satisfaction.
It was somewhat devious the way Mike discovered Rachel's weakness, exploiting his "gift", a photographic memory and the ability to absorb knowledge like a tamed tornado.
"There's something that you want…" Mike said, at last.
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