[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍-𝐎𝐅𝐅]
Drug cases have spread around the city of Chicago like wildfire, and Mavis Loman has been tasked with finding the root of it all. However, there is just one man who knows the ins and outs of every crime as if he w...
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Friday, July 28th
A week has passed since Eros discovered who I truly am. I've continued to work for him while keeping our relationship strictly professional. Even though we never verbally expressed it, there has been a mutual agreement that as long as one of us doesn't spill the other's secret, there will be no problems.
However, Eros has been increasingly annoying about the whole matter. While he doesn't exactly say it plainly, he'll subtly hint at the fact that he knows my secret during a normal conversation. It's almost like he's boasting about being the only one to know. Not only that, but he is always constantly calling me to his office, even for the smallest of things. He's making it harder on me because he has leverage.
Damn him.
Even now, I'm distancing myself from him as I make coffee at the break station. This is the first time I've had a break from Eros ordering me around all day. It doesn't last long though, as a shadow comes up from behind me.
Eros peers over my shoulder with a slick grin. "So, when can I meet your boss?"
"You're standing right next to me, sir." I turn away from him slightly, keeping my composure as he talks to my shoulder. "There's mirrors in the bathroom if you want to see him."
He rests his palm on the counter. "Your other boss. You know, Dawson-"
I spin around quickly to cover his mouth with my hand, and his eyes widen at my sudden actions. I look around to see if anyone else is near us before I back him up into the printer room. There, I close the door behind him and take my hand off.
"Will you stop messing around?!" I whisper-shout.
Eros leans against the door. "I wasn't. I'm dead serious."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
I cross my arms. "Why?"
"The Vipers want to find out who the source of all these murders is in order to take them down, and so do I. Simple as that." He shrugs.
I lick my teeth in contemplation. "I can't guarantee that he'll agree."
"Might as well ask, no?" He smiles.
Annoyed, I attempt to brush past him and grab the door handle to leave, but he blocks me. Just as I'm about to snap at him again, he speaks first.
"I have another thing to ask," he says.
"What is it?" I narrow my eyes at him.
He tilts his head as he stands with his hands in his pockets. "What do you say to dropping honorifics?"
"How so?"
"Let's be on a first name basis from now on." He gives me another smile. "After all, we're going to be partners."
