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Specs sat on the other side of Anon's desk with his ankle touching his knee, and his hands behind his head. It was completely silent in the room, the tension building to the point where it was hard to breathe.
Y/n stood behind Anon, who was sitting, with her hands clasped behind her back and her chin up and eyes never leaving Tank's. It was part of her job to observe him and make sure he didn't pull anything funny on Anon. But she didn't like how carefree Tank was acting. Something about the way he leaned back in his seat just rubbed her the wrong way. She understood that he's a pretty laid back guy, but...
She narrowed her eyes and hardened her gaze.
'He's up to something.'
Tank shuddered from the sudden chills that washed over him. Through his gear he looked at Y/n, seeing those fierce cat-like eyes focused on him. She looked like she would pounce on him at any given moment. He did his best not to let it phase him, though.
Anon leaned onto his desk with his elbows propped up and his hands under his chin. Y/n assumed that he didn't notice the tension in the room because of how relaxed his body was. But that was wishful thinking.. Anon is the leader for a reason. Reading rooms and people is like reading a book for him. It was nearly impossible to get anything past him unless you had some badass acting skills.
Anonymous leaned back in his seat. "Miss L/n."
"Yes sir?"
"Could you get me some more wine," It was more of a demand than a question. She nodded and briskly moved from behind him and to the mini fridge on the other side of the room. She felt two pairs of eyes follow her figure but, like always, she ignored it.
"Soo," Tank started, his eyes never leaving Y/n. His eyes trained on her body, taking in the way she seemed to strut over to the fridge. He was especially attracted to her waist and hips. What he'd give to re-live the moment in the elevator, except he could knead her bare skin between his fingers. He could almost picture how she'd writhe underneath his touch. How much he wanted to make her beg for him, how much he wanted to destroy her tight littl-
"Ahem."
Tank flinched and quickly turned his head to Anon, who didn't seem pleased at all. Anon's gloved hands were clenched together on the desk and Specs could see the muscles in his neck tense. "I would appreciate it if you didnt stare at my Assistant like that. Thank you."
"Sorry," Tank looked down into his lap for a second, bashful written all over him. He cleared his throat and lifted his head. "What exactly am I here for?"
"Right," Y/n came back over with a bottle of wine, then leaned over to pour it into Anonymous' glass while the man kept talking. "We have seen your efforts during the protests. We commend you for having such a great impact," Anonymous lifted up the glass and nodded at Y/n as a thank you.
