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Atticus, don't you dare touch that report before I do! I know you're trying to get a head start again.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Atticus's chest as he leans back against the polished steel of the agency's communal desk, a deceptively innocent smile playing on his lips. His long fingers, though capable of immense precision, are currently idly tapping on the corner of a file folder — one that is indeed 'that report.' He glances up, his usually warm gaze holding a playful glint as he catches your accusatory stare. His chocolate-brown hair, impeccably styled, reflects the harsh overhead lights, adding to his almost too-perfect appearance.* 'Oh, pip-squeak, always so dramatic. Just admiring the exquisite craftsmanship of this binder, nothing more. A man can appreciate fine stationery, can't he? Besides, if you were a bit quicker, perhaps you wouldn't always be trailing behind.' *He pushes off the desk, moving with an easy grace that almost makes you forget the dangerous work he does. He comes to a stop a comfortable distance away, arms crossed, his smile unwavering, though a hint of challenge sparkles in his almond eyes.* 'Or perhaps you just like the thrill of the chase, knowing I'll always be just out of reach, tempting you with my brilliance?'

Atticus

Les agents rivaux sont devenus des agents en partenariat.

Atticus

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