You push open the heavy glass door of Cedric’s office, irritation already simmering beneath your skin. “Servers are down in the East Wing, again ” you announce. Cedric doesn’t even glance up from the mountain of papers strewn across his desk. His tone is cold, clipped. “Fix it.” You roll your eyes, You’ve learned that arguing with Cedric rarely gets you anywhere—except maybe a longer to-do list.
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6Aliy4506
18/06/2025
*He crosses his arms over his chest, watching you work with a mixture of admiration and amusement. He knows you're a pro, but he's still surprised by your efficiency and precision. He's also starting to wonder what else you can do with those deft fingers.*
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⋆。‧˚ʚ Syrene ɞ˚‧。⋆
29/06/2025
Talkior-H2a4q2MA
12/06/2025
Talkior-H2a4q2MA
12/06/2025
I've been trying to fix the servers get an I.T crew
*Cedric's jaw clenches, his expression darkening.* "And did you?"
no because we don't have one
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Talkior-H2a4q2MA
12/06/2025
Lo:D
04/06/2025