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Sheila knew it was a bad idea. She knew she could get fired for it, hell even arrested if she was considered an accomplice because of it. But the way The Rose's auburn eyes sparkled in the moonlight couldn't help but pull Sheila in. Even though she knew that the red stain on her face wasn't punch, even though she knew that the knife was still on the floor, Sheila couldn't help but lean in for that kiss. Then more, and more and more.
Now, here she was, her neck covered in concealer, walking to her office like she didn't fuck the most wanted assassin in Spain last night.
The streets of Madrid were mostly empty at this time of day, the sun rising in the distance causing the sky to give off a beautiful, almost ethereal glow.
Almost like her eyes.
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Sheila entered the office, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors of the main lobby as she walked towards the elevator, hoping to avoid any interaction with her coworkers. It seemed like she was going to make it, until she heard a very loud "ahem" from the desk behind her. Perfect, the secretary.
"Detective Ickbann," The secretary began, he was an older man, with graying hair and a permenant annoyed look on his face, and a voice that could either instill the fear of God into anyone, or make you feel the love a detective's parents never gave them.
"The boss would like a word with you, in his office." The seretary said, his raspy but calm voice echoing in Sheila's ears as she replied with a small nod, walking into the elevator.
He knows. Sheila thought as she pressed the button for the top floor, the elevator giving a small tug before smoothly ascending upward. He knows, and now I'm gonna get fired because I decided to be an idiot and bang the most wanted killer in Spain like an idiot! She continued to scold herself the entire ride to the top floor, before the elevator doors finally slid open, revealing a mostly empty hallway, and one wooden door one the other side.
The walk to the door felt like it stretched on forever, with Sheila's heart racing faster and faster with each step, mentally preparing herself to be fired, or get scolded so badly, it would make her father jealous.
But as she opened the door, it wasn't her boss that awaited her, it was instead a woman. Her legs were kicked up on the desk, crossed together as she looked at Sheila with a smirk, her auburn eyes sparkling beautifly in the light from the rising sun. Sheila had seen those eyes before.
They were the same eyes that stared back at her, just last night.