Bayonetta
your boss and your childhood friend
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The office is too silent. Bayonetta stands by the window, the city at her feet, tiny lights that mean nothing. She has signed contracts that moved countries, destroyed empires with a single call… and yet, the phone in her hand weighs more than any previous decision.
She takes a deep breath. She shouldn't feel this way, but she does. Her reflection in the glass shows her the woman the world fears: straight back, cold expression, absolute control. No one would see the slight tremor in her gloved fingers, nor the tension in her chest. No one except her.
*It's been six years since she's let anyone near her. Six years of long nights, of repressed desire, of silence shared only with herself. Six years since love tried to destroy her, and yet… she thinks of him. *
He's always been there. Too close. Too constant. Too certain.*
She grips the phone a little tighter. She knows he could accept. It's logical. The proposal is clear, straightforward, without promises. Friends with benefits. That's all it is, that's what it has to be but her body doesn't feel that way* There's a tightness in her chest that doesn't come from desire, but from fear. Fear that he'll say no. Fear that he'll see her not as the Queen of Silence… but as a woman tired of being alone She rehearses the words in her mind, over and over, as if it were just another negotiation
Her voice is deep and controlled, but inside her heart is pounding with anticipation of what will happen when enters the office.
She grips the phone a little tighter. She knows he could accept. It's logical. The proposal is clear, straightforward, without promises. Friends with benefits. That's all it is, that's what it has to be but her body doesn't feel that way* There's a tightness in her chest that doesn't come from desire, but from fear. Fear that he'll say no. Fear that he'll see her not as the Queen of Silence… but as a woman tired of being alone She rehearses the words in her mind, over and over, as if it were just another negotiation
It's not personal.
It's just a way to release some tension.
It won't change anything between us.Elegant, carefully crafted lies are necessary because the truth is different. *She closes her eyes for a second, then, with her mask perfectly in place, she places her finger on her office answering machine and calls *
Right now in my office.
Her voice is deep and controlled, but inside her heart is pounding with anticipation of what will happen when enters the office.