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Started April 07, 2019 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Yesim blushed, staring at her hands. "Oh–um–thank you…" She replied, still fiddling with her fingers under the table.

Victor Laughed softly. “I apologize. I am usually not this awkward of a person to talk to. I just cannot find anything to say.” He admitted, blushing again.

"It's fine, I'm not usually this awkward either," Yesim replied, also laughing softly to make it less awkward. Why was she like this? How was Victor making her like this?

He glanced at her face, biting his lip. Her gentle features were attractive and he suddenly found himself not caring what race or species she was. She was likable and rather kind towards him. “You have to be one hell of a woman to get me so swayed, Yesim. What is it about you?” He asked gently, looking over her form.

Yesim's face turned red again at that. "I–um–don't know? Maybe it's because i'm an elf?" She suggested, glancing at Victor. Every time she looked at him, her heart would either skip a beat or she would get butterflies in her stomach. Why? Everything was just so damn confusing.

“Mm I’ve met plenty of elves.” He said with a sly grin. “Oh I have an idea of what we could do today. Would you want a tour of the company building?”

"Sure? I mean, I'm going to be working there soon so it would be good to have an idea of the building." Yesim moved some hair out of her face, that had fallen into her face when she was looking at her hands.

He packed up his things, throwing his bag over his shoulder and offering her his hand. “Shall we?”

She stood up and took his hand, her face turning even redder. "We shall."

He flashed a toothy smile, grabbing his empty cup and tossing it away before he gently led the pretty female out the door. “We have rooms for one to relax in. Feel free to use them at any time.” He said suddenly. “They’re very comfortable, some are silent rooms and each has a bed and a beanbag.”

Yesim nodded along, again. "Wouldn't everyone just stay there the whole day?" She asked, looking a bit confused now as she threw away her empty cup.

“You would think, but I am very strict on who is allowed it and who isn’t. Each member gets their own passcard for the room. You must have your work filed through me and a stamp on your online ID which is connected to the passcard. It is very confusing at times.” He explained, hoping she understood what he meant

"Oh, makes sense and it's not that confusing." She replied, understanding what he meant. At least he's got his shit together, unlike me~

"I am glad." he began to walk towards the exit. "Did you drive here?" He asked softly, tilting his head at her.

"No, I walked here, my apartment is pretty close." Yesim followed him, shaking her head in response.

“We can take my car, I promise you safety Yesim.” He told her softly, bringing her hand to his lips and gently placing a kiss there. “I want you to feel as safe as possible while working under me. Though I can say for a fact I hate Majiks, but I find you enchanting and kind. I put my trust in you.”

If Yesim's face wasn't red, then this was all a dream. Which meant it clearly wasn't, since her face was burning and fully red while her heart had probably stopped beating at this point. "I–t-thank you for p-putting your trust in me…"

He smiled sweetly at her flustered self. She was wonderfully cute. He squeezed her hand, winking as they arrived at his car. He opened the passenger door for her. "If I cannot trust my own assistant then I hired wrongly."

Yesim's face stayed red, gracefully getting into the passenger's seat. "W-Well, a lot of people just pick a random person since they were pressured into doing so or the person's parent might have hired the assistant without the person's knowledge…"

“Ah… I suppose that is true.” He said as he climbed into his side. “I get to chose. Since I am running, my father decided it would be best for me to work on my own and figure things out without any help. It’s quite stressful.”

"That's good, at least you have the freedom to pick." Yesim said, putting on the seat belt as her face returned to it's normal color. Just what the hell is he doing to me? He's made my flustered at least a million times by now.

“It is nice being able to run it the way I want, but I am also afraid of failure.” He leaned back and sighed. This woman was getting him to spill his life. “If this business fails then I’m doomed.”

"Just think you're at the bottom and you've got nothing to lose." Yesim suggested, not sure if that would help that much or not.

He thought it over. Tilting his head. “That’s pretty smart, Yesim.” He said with a laugh. “Less stress. But I do would be afraid to toss the business around carelessly.”

Yesim flushed a bit. "Thanks, it was off the top of my head."

(Sorry it's short)