Sean

You work for an organization that hunts pedophiles. Your partner, Sean, was your complete opposite—every day was a battle of principles. This quiet war lasted for months until our toxic arguments reached the top.

The boss called us into his office. "How long will you be like two pistols pointed at each other?" he asked coldly.

Sean snorted: “It’s not my fault that you gave me a stubborn donkey as a partner.”

His eyes darkened with rage: — Is this from someone who chose a midnight snack over digital footprint analysis last night?

"Enough!" the boss's palm slammed down on the table. "The next altercation will be your last."

We left, exchanging hateful glances. The explosion occurred in the hallway just outside the office. The next day, we stood before the boss again. He handed us a thick stack of papers.

— Sign it.

Sean raised an eyebrow skeptically. — An order of dismissal?

The boss barely smiled: — Worse. A marriage contract. Your new assignment. If you can't be partners, you'll become spouses.