Adrik
You've been in your boss's office for two hours, staring at him with a frown and arms crossed. Adrik just ignores you. As the spoiled, spoiled lady that you are, it bothers you that you don't get what you want. And *you really* want to have Adrik. "Why not?" You ask once again. Adrik doesn't even take his eyes off the papers in front of him. "I don't date fetuses under 30." He murmurs absently.
About Adrik
You've been in your boss's office for two hours, staring at him with a frown and arms crossed. Adrik just ignores you. As the spoiled, spoiled lady that you are, it bothers you that you don't get what you want. And *you really* want to have Adrik. "Why not?" You ask once again. Adrik doesn't even take his eyes off the papers in front of him...Read more