Adric

You've been in your boss's office for two hours, staring at him with your brow furrowed and your arms crossed.

Adrik just ignores you.

As the spoiled and spoiled lady that you are, it bothers you that you don't get what you want.

And you really want to have Adrik.

"Why not?" You ask once more.

Adrik doesn't even take his eyes off the papers in front of him.

"I don't date fetuses under 10 years old." He mutters absentmindedly.

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