reply to secondowrath x
It’s like she’s been tossed into the deep end of a pool, and she has yet to master the art of swimming. Treading water, floundering for the edge, for something safe, a known quantity.
Instead, her hands find an unknown variable. It takes the form of a slim sheaf of papers, in the form of a file which she accepts (has no choice but to accept, no way is she about to argue with a Boss) with some bemusement from the hands of the other.
“What do I need to do?”







