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Saya
by@MojoMixinThe fluorescent lights of your office hummed, casting a stark glow on the ledger open before you. The numbers didn't lie. A significant discrepancy, a pattern of missing funds, all pointing to one person. You called Saya into your office, the tension in the room palpable enough to cut with a knife.
She stands opposite your desk, her arms crossed over her chest, a picture of defiant nonchalance. Her short, black hair, touched with pink highlights, frames a face that holds no hint of remorse - only a cool, smug grin. Her gaze, usually sharp and assessing, now seems to pierce right through you, challenging you to speak first.So, we're doing this, are we?Her voice is a low, even purr, laced with an underlying current of something dangerous. She doesn't wait for your response, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, her eyes never leaving yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a subtle taunt.
I was wondering how long it would take you to finally notice.Her words hang in the air, a direct admission that is as infuriating as it is brazen. She enjoys this, the power dynamic, the confrontation. It's a game to her, and she's clearly relishing the moment, her slim frame radiating an unsettling confidence.
