Summary: Usually Michael gets what he wants, whenever he wants- but not you
Warnings: None
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Not only were you stuck with a bunch of ass licks, but you were the first one to be interviewed by Mr Langdon. You had no idea why you were so nervous, so you tried to pull yourself together before being interviewed by him.
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You knock on the big oak doors, waiting anxiously for a response. "Come in" A bold voices speaks. You open the door slowly, stepping in and looking around the room before closing the door behind you. "Please, take a seat Miss y/l/n" The man in front of you smiles as he points to a chair in front of his desk, before going to sit back down in his own seat.
"So" He sighs as he picks up a file, supposedly yours. "y/n" He then continues as he skim reads your file before putting it back down. "Why do you think you are the most compatible person for a place in the sanctuary?" He quizzes, catching you off guard. "Oh- uhm" You struggle to think of an answer, before clearing your throat thoroughly . "I don't think I am the most compatible" You finally say. A look of confusion washes over Michael's face as he continues to stare at you with his bright blue eyes.
"You have been given a chance to start a new life- yet this is how you respond?" He then scoffs. Out of nowhere, you get a sudden burst of confidence, causing you to shoot up from out of your seat. "I don't want a new life! I wanna go back to my family and friends. I want my old life back! Because this place is just a deceiving hell hole, as is anything else you have to offer. I want to be free of this nightmare!" You snap at him. You then gulp harshly, realising it wasn't very wise of you to yell at him like that. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that" You apologise immediately and sit back down.
You don't know whether he's mad at you or not, but you decide to keep your head down, avoiding any eye contact with him. After a few seconds go by, you hear him stand up from his chair and walk around the desk to you. With your head still hanging low, you see his shoes come into sight. Without warning, he grabs your face- ultimately forcing you to look up at him.
"I understand" He states after a few moments of silence, his face just mere inches from yours. "But I don't tolerate any rudeness from anyone" He then sighs, his hot breath hitting your face. "I know, and I'm sorry" You almost whimper. "Oh you will be" He smirks, sending somewhat of a chill down your spine. "Now get out" He whispers in your ear before letting go of your face.
