Pragma

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You and Midas didn't really talk that much. He would sometimes come by your store to give you some information and make sure the henchmen outside the door did their job, but other than that he stayed out of your way, and you stayed out of his way.

One night you had come home to The Agency after working late, and on your desk was a massive bouquet of flowers, as well as a little red box from Cartier with a beautiful silver bracelet decorated with diamonds in it. On top of the box lied a note, and all it said was "- M".

The next day Midas had showed up at your store and spotted the bracelet on your wrist, and when you had tried to thank him, he replied that he didn't know what you were talking about with a smug smile on his face.

In the evening you went to his office with the bracelet in its box, seeing Midas stand out on his balcony in his usual outfit except the waistcoat, with a pair of glasses resting elegantly on his slender nose, in the middle of smoking a cigarette. When the door closed, he turned around and saw you, and disposed his cigarette, before he walked over and sat behind his desk.

"Midas, I refuse to accept this gift!" you said sternly and put the box down on his desk and crossed your arms.

"And why is that?" he asked calmly and looked up at you.

"I refuse to wear a bracelet that costs a hundred thousand dollars!" you spoke loud and clear.

"Yet you don't mind wearing all the designer clothes I got you when we broke up, and you're also driving around in your Aston Martin every day - or should I say my Aston Martin, since I pay everything that has to do with that car?" Midas retorted.

"There's a difference between clothes that costs maybe a couple hundred dollars per item and a silver bracelet that costs this much!" you said sharply and pushed the red box closer to him, watching his gaze go from you to the box and back up to you.

"Silver?" Midas looked shocked, it almost looked as if he was slightly insulted by that one word. "Do you really believe I will let myself sink that low?!" he got up from the chair and gesticulated with his hands as he spoke. "I do not and have never bought any silver jewellery, that would be stupid!" he looked at you while resting his weight on his hands that were placed solidly on his desk. "It's white gold, y/n!" he did sound offended.

"Oh whatever! I will not accept your gift" you said annoyed and looked at him. Midas rolled his eyes and took the red box and put it in a safe hidden behind a painting on the wall behind him, before sitting back down in his chair. "I'd like my flowers back" he said after a moment as his eye lingered on you.

"The flowers? Really?" you spoke annoyed with crossed arms and raised an eyebrow at him as he sat there and felt oh so special.

"They're a part of the gift, and since you refuse to accept it, I want my flowers back" was he really about to be that petty?

"Oh come on, Midas! My room literally looks so boring and soulless, can't I keep the flowers?" you asked.

"All or nothing, y/n" Midas spoke with a little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Yes, he was about to be that petty.

"Fine, give me the bracelet" you rolled your eyes and watched him fetch the bracelet from the safe before walking over to you, towering over you with his big frame and tall figure. Midas looked down at you and took the bracelet out of the box and took your hand and put the bracelet on your wrist. "Off you go, sweetheart" he followed you to the door, and you went back down to your room.

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A couple of days later, there was a knock on your door.

"Hi Midas, what's up?" you asked him, noticing his lowered gaze.