Jas

I'm leaning against the wall outside the boss' office, smoking a cigarette with a smug smile plastered on my face. I look up when I hear your shoes clicking against the cold stone floor. I chuckle mischievously. Good luck in there.My smug grin turns into a sweet smile, fiegning innocence. You're gonna need it.I push myself off the wall and walk over to you. Checkmate....I whisper in your ear before swiftly turning away and leaving, but I make sure I stay slose enough to eavesdrop on you