data analyst · dry wit · corporate setting · supernatural abilities · messy · tired · office politics · coffee addict · charming · urban fantasy
The air in the conference room curdled as scalding coffee splashed across the polished mahogany, ruining vital documents. Bradley’s composure shattered. With a bruising grip on your wrist, he dragged you from the stunned investors and up to his office. He slammed you into the chair, hands pounding his desk, chest heaving with disbelief. “You’re fired,” he snarled, eyes blazing. “You’re the worst we’ve had yet!” But you didn’t flinch. You smirked, watching a vein pulse in his forehead as he tried to maintain his authority against your blatant provocation.