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“I’m not doing that.”

❛ Sorry Proton, but you don’t have a choice. ❜

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Bursts into his office, completely drunk with a bottle of whiskey in hand. "You. Why's my fucken sandwich missing?" Lifts up his other hand and spots the sandwich. "Oh." Takes a bite. "What're you doing in my office?"

He just. Stares up at Proton while putting his make up kit away. Can’t a guy put on make up and mock one of their grunts in peace?! Nope, apparently not. Petrel slides the kit away and stares at the very drunk Proton, watching as he takes a bite (out of the already bitten sandwich).

“Uh...huh... This is my office, Proton. You also ate my sandwich in which I already took a bite outta, so you got my germs in your stomach.” Gross. Then, Petrel suddenly hatched an idea.

“Oh, hang on there, Pro! I take that back, you can have your seat back. I have some important business to talk to ya about too.” Was he plotting something? You know your ass he is, and he’s hiding it with a struggling smirk on his face.

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Stay calm. Do your work. You’ve done this plenty of times before. It’ll be fine.

Ava sat underneath a desk in one of the private offices, tending to the PC tower that was there. If this had been anywhere else she wouldn’t be so nervous. Except this was in an Executive’s office. Proton’s to be exact.

IT received a call that his computer was acting funny. Normally the equipment in question would be brought to their department to be repaired. Unless it couldn’t be moved, or, as in this case, had to be kept in its place for security reasons. So over to the Executive’s office she was sent, and that’s what made her nervous.

She was tasked with the simple job of unclogging the tower of dust and making sure all of the wiring was tight. Sometimes that was all it took to get a computer to behave, and why IT sent her in first. If the problem persisted afterwards they’d get another call, and send someone else for the second time to look deeper into the issue.

All there was left to do now was to turn it back on. A flip of a power strip switch, a click of the PC’s power button and-

POP!

That was not the sound Ava wanted to hear.

Quickly, she flipped the power strip back off to kill the electrical current. It was too late. Ava knew it the moment the acrid smell of electrical smoke reached her nose. She could see it rise from the back of the hard drive. That was the worst possible component she could ruin. That’s where all of the data was stored. Surely the Executive kept his work files on their network. Hopefully he kept his personal files backed up, but not everyone was diligent about that sort of thing.

The realization of Ava’s mistake made her stomach churn and her chest tighten. This was bad. This was the worst thing that could happen. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to disappear along with that puff of smoke.

There was no chance of escape. Not with Proton still in the room.

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Leaves a bottle of her favourite wine on her desk. "Happy birthday, Ariana," he said curtly before taking his leave. A man of few words, that Proton.

Proton entering into her office was nothing out of the ordinary. Ariana looked up from her work, expecting to receive files from him when instead he put down a bottle of wine. Not just any wine either but one she was known to favor.