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Theodore “Here I am,” I shout, bursting into Helades’ ominous office. Nearly feeling ashamed at how out of breath I am, I risk losing the little bit of air that I have still left in my lungs as I take another good look at him. He is glaring at me through his glasses, and I can’t remember when a pair of glasses ever looked so good. A shiver passes down my spine, and I cringe. I really have to stop doing that. And get it together. “Do you have a problem following the rules?” he asks sarcastically, and I shake my head. “Of course not, boss.” He grunts, lowering his eyes back onto the paperwork before him. “This is Dimitrios. He will show you around and teach you how to start.” Tilting his head, he locks eyes with me again, making my breath hitch in my throat. There is something wrong with me. God, how do I get him out of my system? Him scrunching up his face nearly goes unnoticed as Dimitrios steps closer to shake my hand.“Hey, Theo, right?” he asks, flashing me his pearly

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Theodore I take a deep breath, letting my hands slide over my face as I push it back out. My heart is about to shatter and its shards to explode out of my chest at how hard it beats. The display keeps flashing up, and the ringtone I had selected especially for my mother dances through the room. I take a sip from my beer, shaking my head. “How idiotic to choose something so ridiculous,” I mutter to myself as my skin continues to crawl at the sound. Keeping convincing myself that I have to keep the line free for Helades, I try to calm my racing heart and withstand my urge to pick up. It has been two days since he last called me into his office and I started the training with Dimitiros. Helga gave me a corrected card so that I could now ride the right elevators, and I even got to fill out all the forms with Gilda. I thought I would be happy about being left in peace and being paid nonetheless, but that doesn’t describe at all what I am feeling right now. This is just embarrassing

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Theodore I bite on my tongue as I stick it out, concentrating on where I’m clicking. Checking my notes in my little booklet that I assembled myself, I solve another hypothetical issue on the computer. “Okay,” I breathe out, lifting my booklet and reading another line. “This should be there.” Looking back at the computer, I scrunch up my nose. “What the hell?! Did I miss writing down a line?” I whisper to myself panicky, my heart jumping as I can’t find the button that I should click on to continue with the simulation. Damn it. How can I be so stupid?It looks so easy when Jim does it.I groan, putting my hands into my hair, and jump as a constant vibration rumbles in my pocket. Taking my private phone out of my pocket while I squint at my work phone sitting on my table and then back to the screen where Helades’ name is flashing up. Well, not exactly. Because I named him stuck-up nincompoop. “Yes,” I pick up, closing my eyes at how breathless I sound. Like a little puppy wai

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Theodore Clenching my shirt, which must be drenched with sweat, I let my hand glide down my body, landing on the growing bulge in my pants. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp, my thoughts spiraling as I try to grasp the sense of what happened to me. I knew that my shadow man was everything to me. But my boss isn’t him. He just looks like him. It is simply a stupid coincidence. A fever dream without any connotation. Maybe I have once seen him in the streets and have started making him the main lead of my fantasies. But hell… Moving fast, I barge into the first stall I can reach and close myself in. I breathe heavily, my heart beating into my throat and after a fight with my two, may I add horny as fuck, inner wolves, I start tearing at my buttons, opening my pants like a madman. Lowering my briefs, I get my hard dick to spring free and I wrap my hand around it slowly before I halt. What am I doing? In such a place? In my workplace… Just a few steps away from Helades’ office. Him… Anot

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Theodore “Can I ask you something pushy?” I ask, causing Gilda’s eyes to widen as she takes a bite of her sandwich. “I guess it depends,” she giggles, and I lean forward, grinning. “The boss.” I clear my throat, rubbing my hands under the table. “Is it possible that he is into men?” “Well,” she tilts her head, her long brown hair falling to the side. “It’s not like we talk about that. But why? Are you planning to make a move?” Oh, who is being pushy now? At least her radar is working alright. I laugh, shaking my head as I play with a chip. “Hell, no! He hates me. I think he would swallow me whole.” God, wouldn’t that be perfect? I shudder as she giggles. “Nah, I don’t think so. I think that he is very much fond of you.” “Bullshit,” I grin, leaning back. “He keeps threatening to fire me.” “See. That’s why you should try your luck.” She winks. “He isn’t the type to threaten to do that. He simply fires people.” For being such dark information she handles it prett

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Nathanael I look up as Gilda walks into my office humming. She has a big smile plastered on her face. I’m used to her being a ray of sunshine, all in contrast to me, but this is creeping me out either way. Especially as I know that she just came back from lunch with… Baxter. I ignore my dead heart doing an extra beat at the thought of him, even though I still force myself to address him with his last name. “What is it?” I growl, as she starts swaying through my office. “Did you transform another poor soul into a frog? Is my IT guy still alive?” She giggles, putting down a pile of documents on my desk. “Oh, I would never mess with him, sir. I know how important this one is.” I click my tongue, glaring at her as she grimaces. “And frogs really aren’t my specialty.” “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I push my fake glasses up my nose, feigning ignorance. She shrugs, rummaging through the papers as if it were her business, but I know exactly that she is just loo

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Nathanael A few months before My eye risks starting to twitch at the flickering street light. I sigh as I have been standing here for hours and I should finally move out of the shadows of the trees. Checking my watch, I realize that the sun could rise any moment now, meaning that I spent the entire night watching the dark windows of what is likely to be his apartment. What a desperate creep I have become. The sun wouldn’t hurt me, but it drains a lot of my energy, and I hate it. After taking a deep breath, I finally decide to step into the run-down building. The stinging odor of ammonia wafts in my direction as I step into the elevator that seems to be out of order. Why am I even surprised? I access a flight of stairs through a creaking door and step over what seems like a homeless person lying in my way. Blending out the quarreling voices of a couple that seems about to get ready for work, I access the floor where this Theodore Baxter is supposed to live on. The me

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Theodore “Ugh, I want to die,” I groan, hitting my head against my desk. “Someone please shoot me now.” Since Gilda and I came back from our lunch, Helades had been chasing me around with stupid requests. Maybe I’m an inexperienced IT guy, but I can’t be that stupid to notice that what he asked me for was simply bullying. His requests were ridiculous, and I’m pretty sure that he just made them to keep me running. Once he made me run down through a head-spinning amount of levels to fetch something, only to tell me to put it back downstairs as he had just looked at it as I came through the door. Like he just wanted to say fucking hello to it. The asshole isn’t even hiding it. Pushing my hair back, I take a deep breath before tousling my hair with a scream of indignation. This is just not fair. As I let my arms slump, and fill my lungs with the sticky air of the cave, I let my eyes roam over the room. Due to everybody being at home, probably sleeping, as it should be at four a

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Theodore “Welcome, Sir.” I roll back my shoulders in my improvised uniform as I open the door to a gentleman in a tailored suit. Clearing my throat, I pull at my jacket that one of the ladies of the reception had found in a locker room for me to wear. I guess that an old staff member had forgotten it down there as he was kicked out of the building before he could start his shift. At least I am still here. Even if after I had returned to my desk, Brad showed up and told me that they needed someone at the door as Henry called in sick. Of course I know who Henry is. And this smells a lot like a pre-termination. But luckily, the nice receptionist was working along with the bitch, so I could ask her about him and am now standing a few feet away from a tall and broad-shouldered security guy named Jussuf. “Since when are you working for security?” he asks me, his eyes still directed at the square in front of the building. I shake my head, sighing. “Since I fucked up my usua

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Theodore “Listen, I really am not looking for trouble. I’ll leave right away. Promised.” I have repeated the same words three or four times already. Actually, it could be more but my tipsy and panicky state is making it hard to think clearly. But the bodyguard is ignoring me anyway, not even talking to me as he gestures for me to enter into a VIP room. I look into the dimly lit and elegant room confused before looking back up at him. As I was expecting him to throw me into some cold basement before beating me to a pulp, it takes me a moment to react. Following his instructions before he gets angry and changes his mind, I walk into the room. I gulp as I walk down without knowing where I’m going. Feeling a strange pull, I take slow steps, my body yearning to reach a pool table, which is standing at the end of the large hall. While my mind screams at me to get the fuck out, I scan the people I pass. They are incredibly beautiful. Women and men with flawless skin and sculpted bod

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