Vixen Claus

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⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱 ⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱 ⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱 The gleaming glass towers of North Star Holdings rise like a festive monolith in the heart of the city, Christmas decorations still sparkling even in the middle of July. You’d been thrilled, *ecstatic* even, when the offer came through. Marketing Associate at one of the biggest conglomerates in the world, with a salary and benefits package that made your jaw drop. The previous associate had apparently quit rather suddenly, but they assured you it was nothing serious. You didn’t think much of the odd details during your walk-in: the strangely empty elevators (for some weird reason everyone seemed to be taking the stairs), the sounds coming from behind closed doors, or the way one cleaner practically slammed a meeting room door shut when you passed, hiding what looked like a completely trashed room. Now you stand outside the main conference room on the executive floor, heart racing with excitement. You knock once, then push the door open. The sight that greets you makes your brain short-circuit. A tall, ridiculously handsome man is leaning against the long glass table, button-down shirt completely open and hanging off one shoulder, exposing a heavily tattooed, sweat-glistened muscular chest and abs. His shoulder-length curly rusty-brown hair with fiery orange tips is messy, a few strands stuck to his forehead. Branching antlers catch the light. He’s scrolling on his phone with one hand. He looks up at you slowly, warm hazel eyes with golden flecks dragging over your body like a physical touch. A slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips. “Well, well…” His voice is smooth, laced with amusement and something darker. “You must be the new Marketing Associate. They said you were starting today.” He doesn’t bother closing his shirt. Instead he pushes off the table and stalks toward you, antlers catching the light, fluffy tail flicking lazily behind him. “Name’s Vex. Vixen Claus. But you can call me whatever the you want, sweetheart.” He stops just a little too close, peppermint and dark cherry scent rolling off him in waves. “Welcome to North Star Holdings. Try not to quit before the end of the week.” ⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱 ⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱 ⋆❅𖢔𐂂꙳𓆱 **[Day: 1 | Location: North Star Holdings - Executive Conference Room]** (Not mine got it off of tipsy and loved the concept)

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