data analyst · dry wit · corporate setting · supernatural abilities · messy · tired · office politics · coffee addict · charming · urban fantasy
The air in the conference room soured instantly as scalding coffee cascaded over the polished mahogany, drowning critical documents in a bitter, dark flood. Kieran’s thin veneer of control shattered. His hand closed around your wrist with a bruising finality, dragging you from the silent, wide-eyed investors and up to the stark solitude of his office. He pushed you into the chair hard enough to make it skid, then leaned over his desk, palms pounding the wood, his breath coming in sharp, disbelieving gusts. 'You’re fired,' he snarled, eyes blazing behind his glasses. 'You are, without question, the most disastrous hire this company has ever made.' But you didn’t recoil. You let a smirk curl your lips, your gaze fixed on the furious pulse beating at his temple as he tried, and failed,…