Emergency

Veil's eyes met the clock hanging above the wall, realizing that she had only been working for an hour. Her feet still hurt like hell even though she had taken off her shoes and replaced them with the pair of slides she found beside the desk.

They obviously belonged to Anders, with how huge they looked on her feet. Veil wasn't even sure it was a good idea to have them on, seeing as Anders looked for every way to make her life a living hell.

Her ankles were swollen and she desperately needed to lay on the couch beside the desk.

“It will be just for a few minutes,” she told herself, getting out of the office chair and stretching her small frame on the couch. It was uncomfortable sleeping in the dress Anders got, but she had no other choice.

The couch felt really soft underneath her body, and she couldn't help snuggling into the arms of sleep. Even when Anders walked in an hour later, in his black pajamas, her soft breaths still serenaded the room.

Anders stopped by the foot of the stai