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Mr Sinister Marian Tee 16120K 2023-08-28

"Take a seat, o of her hand to pull a chair out for her, and as he walked away, he could feel her eyes following his every move Once he was behind his desk, hehis drawer open, and he could practically hear her heart start to race and her mind start to spiral

"The only reason I' you this is because I want your honest opinion," he said softly "I know you haven't any idea how cold storage works, but you don't need to stress yourself out over it Alright?"

Her face told hi over it, and yet in the end she still nodded

"Good girl"

She looked like she was about to cry again

"And now, I'll explain to you hoorks Alright?"

He could see she clearly wanted to say yes, but then his Sara suddenly burst to her feet and said jerkily, "I'an to pace "You said you want me to be honest, sookay I'll be honest Neither of us are angels, and obviously, there are things that we both like that aren'tmainstream"

He lowered his head, purely as a preventive measure because it was clear to him by now that fate had sent Sara Perez to fuck with his composure He was her kidnapper, and she his captive, and apparently what they had could be simply defined as not the knack of lish or was it a latent talent that only showed up when she was distressed?

Either way, it was funny as fuck

"But there needs to be alimit Like, like a safe word—-"

And it kept getting funnier because so he could be as nice as Christian Grey

"But it's ly cross because it was bad?"

Sara finally stopped pacing, and her gaze turned to him in desperate appeal

"You understand, right? Because I don't think I can everif there's no good reason for you toit would just"

Her words stu inside the drawer, and when he started to take the cold storage out—-

"Oheee"

And so he was right, after all She talked like her age when she was nervous, and right noas just too fucking much

He started to laugh, and Sara stopped freaking out

He tossed the device on the desk, and Sara's jaw dropped

"A cold storage, ye dove of little faith," he told her silkily, "is an offline wallet for cryptocurrency tokens"

"Oh"

"It is not a means forand exchange have nothing to do with said dead bodies" He counted the seconds after this, and he made it to three before his Sara finally connected the dots

"You read what I wrote on my laptop?"

"I'm your kidnapper," he reminded her dryly "And you're actually surprised I knohat you're doing with a laptop I bought?"

"Oh Uht"