summary:you're working for kineros robotics when a new guy comes into the picture and switches things up. you're not the fondest of him, but could that change under the right circumstances?
warnings: ya'll idk, totally messed this up, but read at your own risk?
word count: 1,465
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"Mom, i'm leaving for work." You screamed into the living room, peaking in to find her passed out on the couch. Your eyes scanned her sleeping figure and sighed, her drunken state must have caused the slumber. You picked up the beer bottles on the table, throwing them out quickly before running out.
You'd gotten the job at the Robotics company through some old friends, just working a receptionist/secretary of some sort. Jeff and Mutt had been very successful in their robotics business. They were weird, but you tried to pay as little attention to them as possible, just doing your job and your job only. Some rumors had circulated about them practicing in the dark arts, but you never had the courage to really ask them. It had been a little under 2 years since you'd started working there, but you quickly got the hang of things and they liked you so it was just the right fit.
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You looked over at the computer, reminding yourself of the things the office had going on that day. The only thing on your calendar read Michael Langdon-11:30am —
You'd remembered that phone call you had gotten just a few days earlier, an older woman frantically trying to get ahold of Jeff and Mutt, but they'd been out of the office. She carried on about how they shouldn't keep this Langdon man waiting, and spewed off some other ungodly things. You rolled your eyes and reminded her that they only saw people with appointments. And now it's the day of, you nervously awaited the man she spoke so highly of.
You had done some secret stalking of your own, curious of who this 'Langdon' person was. You googled everything you could, finding nothing on this man. He basically didn't exist, which made you ever more nervous to meet him.
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At 11:30 on the dot, your head rose as you heard the tapping of heeled shoes walking in. Your heart jumped at the intimidating sight, the man standing before you towered over your desk, blonde short curls framing his face, his blue eyes skimmed the room taking everything in before they rested on you.
"Hello, I'm Michael Langdon." His voice rang confidently, and you fixed yourself in your seat; feeling yourself become somewhat uncomfortable for a reason you hadn't quite known.
