Miss Selena

WHO did that to him? Was she trying to turn him into a doll? Now he can't help feeling less scared than he normally would be in the man's mere presence. What was the culprit trying to archive?  

Valeric lifted his head to the silence and met his gaze. He snapped his head to the side with a lifted brow. "What?" 

The worker's eyes grew wide, and he quickly bowed, his body shaking in pure fear. Why had he slipped? He should have minded his business. Now, he was bound to have his head roll off his neck.

"I-It's nothing. W-w-what I meant is the entire document is—my apologies, boss! I'll be at my office!" He fled the room in the blink of an eye and slammed the door shut, the sound of his pounding chest resounding loudly.  

Valeric stared at the door silently and suddenly lifted his eyes to glimpse the hairstyle. A warm light flickered in his pupils, and he shrugged, continuing where he stopped with his work.  

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