STING EUCLIFFE
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  Mr.Dragneel helps me out of his car, his right arm positioned over my shoulder to help me keep my balance. I stare at him for a brief second, before averting my eye contact to the infinite, grey sky. The humidity in the air was absolutely horrible on my hair. The ponytail that Mr. Dragneel had spent so much effort on, just for me, was falling apart. It seemed as if it would rain soon, which would also be another bad thing, since I'd forgotten to grab an umbrella.

  I sigh lightly as we walk towards the grand entrance of the structure, his arm, now resting on my waistline. My cheeks flush red, but I quickly dismiss the quick temporary spark of mortification, looking to the fairly tall, yellow-haired male, who was standing afront of the glass door panels. He snickers as we walk toward him.

  "Dragneel? What the hell are you doing here?!" The blonde chuckles, slapping the pinkette on the back. Mr .Dragneel exhales and pulls me closer to him, a gleam of bitterness in his onyx green orbs.

  "So, you're still not fired yet, Sting? That's good to hear.-," He grits his teeth, his sentence seeming forced.

  "Yep, and something is visibly new with you! What happened to Lasagna? Seems you've got a new playmate under your arm this time around," Sting snickered, making me blush, and feel curious at the same time.

  "For one, we separated five years ago. And no, this is my assistant," He stated with a slight strain behind his voice, snaking his right hand down to mine and intertwining our fingers.

  "Secretary, huh?" Sting whistles, taking a small step closer to me. Mr.Dragneel grabbed my wrist and yanked me behind his exceedingly tall frame.

  "Aren't you engaged?" He glared harshly at him, tightly gripping onto my wrist.

  "I am~! You remembered!" Sting flaunts the gorgeous ring on his finger, posing and winking. I feel my forearm start to throb and ache, causing me to whimper under my breath. He looks back at me, and then to my wrist, quickly letting go. A low groan emanates from the back of my throat as I lightly skimmed the flesh of my smarting wrist.

  Sting shakes his head slowly, pushing Mr. Dragneel to the side and lightly resting his hand on mine. I hear an almost feral growl, but don't bother to look in the direction. Sting glances over to him and sighs, letting go of my hand.

  "As soon as possible, she needs an ice pack and a bandage. You don't have to be so rough with every woman~. Calm your instincts you poor little dragon~!" Sting informs, pulling an identification card out of his pocket and letting us in. Mr. Dragneel lets me go in first, dejectedly trudging behind me. I look back at him, a light frown plastering my face.

  "You have a meeting to get to, sir." I stroll over to him, placing my hands in his.

  "Yes... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I mean, I wasn't paying attention an-" He explains, his head lowering slightly.

  "My feelings are none of your concern. Let's just hurry for the presentation, sir." I smile politely, getting him to nod along in agreement. He leads me toward the elevators, his hand still clinging to mine. Pressing the 'up' button, he gulped, squeezing my hand gently. The stainless steel doors opened slowly and Mr.Dragneel and I stepped in.

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