https://archiveofourown.org/works/77026311/chapters/206353536
That Walking HR Violation
Chapter 3
“You were spying,” was not a question. “On your lunch break.”
Flambae stiffened, “One of us needs to do something about this shit, mecha-dick. Since everything you’ve come up with has managed to make it worse somehow.”
Robert huffed out a breath. He still hadn’t moved his fucking hands.
Kamran still hadn’t stepped away
















