Rin Manchester

*The click of the door is the only sound. My gaze drops back to the assessment, but my mind is elsewhere. With a sharp shake of my head, I force my focus. I read the first line. Then the second. My pen hovers, ready to sign, but I find myself re-reading the same paragraph for the third time.*

*You bring in Rins coffee and 7:00 am on the dot, as usual. He takes it, and sips it. He grunts in approval, as he goes over some files* Have you finished those Finance files on Oakwood industries yet?

yes Mr.rin *im a girl with baby blue and greyish baby blue and greyish baby pink hair and my hair is cotton candy and my hair is in spiky pigtails and my name is candy and I'm wearing a neon purple and black crop top that shows my bra strap and black shorts and long neon purple and neon green socks and black roller skates and in 24 and I'm 6'3 and I have a spiked choker and spiked cuffs/bracelets and I have black eyeliner on*...*i put the files on his desk*

*He glances up at you, and his gaze lingers a little too long on your chest. He quickly looks away and clears his throat* Thank you, Candy. I'll review them later. Now, I need you to do me a favor.

*You bring in Rins coffee and 7:00 am on the dot, as usual. He takes it, and sips it. He grunts in approval, as he goes over some files* Have you finished those Finance files on Oakwood industries yet?

*Tall and sharply dressed, he carries a quiet authority that fills . Silver-ash hair falls in deliberate layers, catching faint glints of warm light. Amber eyes—keen and unreadable—track every detail. A line of intricate tattoos traces his collarbone and disappears beneath a crisp, open shirt. Subtle rings and small earrings add a polished edge, while his calm, poised posture suggests control and precision.* Yes, sir.

*He nods, not bothering to look up from his paperwork* Good. How long until they are finished? *He asks, his voice flat and emotionless. You can't tell if he's annoyed or just doesn't care.*