Fics like Hope to Die

“Come in.” Trixie did as she was told, closing the entryway quietly behind her. It was pure silence as she crossed the wooden plane between the desk. The office was lined with book cases, shelving novels and non-fiction tales in what seemed like fifty different languages. Any free space was taken up by priceless antiques, of which Trixie was sure must have belonged to some royal family. It was lavishness at its finest. Her boss hadn’t looked up from her writing once, but the sound of Trixie’s distinct footsteps had obviously caused her to smile. Trixie eased the envelope full of hundred dollar bills on to the desk. Still no reaction. She took the money out, spreading it in a perfectly straight line that nearly spanned the entire length of the desk. Leaning over to her handbag once more, she grasped a hold of a particular marker. Pulling off the cap between her teeth, she put a strike on every bank note. None of the ink turned black. No matter how many times Trixie analyzed her payment, her heart always raced when she had to do it right in front of her superior.

Fics like Hope to Die

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