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Theodore's outfit- Her outfit coming in the next one n just imagine her green dress hehehhhh

I woke up early and went to work the next day. I didn't want to speak to Mom right now, so I got up out of that house. I know I need to move, but I'm not willing to go through that psychological horror which is my mom having tantrums for me to come back home.

Like I've never seen a parent who didn't want their twenty-four-year-old child to be independent.

"Hello, Ms. Anderson-Lewis," it was a different woman from yesterday, who I see from the name tag on the desk, is Rosemary Elodie. Such a pretty name. Besides that, I was finally happy to see another person of my color.

"Please call me Stephanie." I smiled.

She nodded. "Then you can call me Rose,"

We both smiled.

"Ok, Rose, it was nice meeting you."

She nodded. "Good luck, always," she called after me as I treaded carefully to Mr. Trancy's office.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I made my way through the long corridor myself. Being by myself was a little nerve-wracking, but I made it to his office with no hiccups. I knocked on the door and waited thirty seconds–no answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

Which is weird because I know that evil man is in there.

I knocked twice and received no answer before deciding to open the door myself. "Mr. Trancy?"

Look who's in his office.

Wicked man.

I saw a wisp of a smile on his face before it disappeared. "I knocked on the door."

"I know,"

I furrowed my brows. "Then...why didn't you answer?"

"Because I don't care. I have better things to do than to tell you to come in. You have common sense. If you're my intern, that means you're supposed to be here. I don't know why you're knocking on doors like you're not."

"I'm being polite," I said.

"You're being annoying," he rebuffed, not looking up once.

"I apologize, sir. I'll try not to–"

"Not try. You will not do it again." He finally looked up at me and skimmed my outfit before scoffing. "You look like a tree, by the way."

I gasped and looked at the long-sleeved green bodycon dress I was wearing. "Well, I–"

"You're in the BAU, you're gonna get a gun, a badge, you're going to be looking for murderers and criminals, and you choose to wear a dress."

I frowned. "I–I'm an intern. I didn't think–"

He sighed in annoyance. "Well, think. You're an intern until I say you're not, and how will I know unless you show me through experience?"

"I don't–"

"Understand?" He finished my sentence. "Of course, you don't." He tossed me a badge, a keycard, and a gun.

"Jesus," I groaned, trying to juggle them in my hands. Then I realized what he meant. "I'm going with you! We're going to solve a murder!" I laughed happily. "Oh my god–"

"Shut up." He said, standing up.

Damn, if he wasn't so rude, I'd definitely lose all self-respect and let him fuck me. Today, he wasn't wearing a turtleneck. He was wearing a striped trim cable knit sweater vest over top of a cream-colored semi-long-sleeved shirt and brownish-grayish dress pants. His hair was down in twists, showing his true nature, which is being a mixed child.

Half-black. With his man bun, he looks like a white male.

Is it weird that I know his mom is a black woman? I mean, I watched the documentary, and if his aunt from his mother's side is black, it means his mother is also black, plus I've seen pictures too. I've seen pictures of his father too.

I'd rather be disrespected by Theodore Trancy every day than sit in the same room as Vincent Trancy.

"I'll fill you in on the plane, but long story short. We have a murder."

"Mr. Trancy–"

"Also, next time your mother calls. I'll fire you."

I almost melted into the ground. I knew it. She called. I had almost forgotten about it until now. "I am so sorry about her. She's just–"

"A psycho for calling me three hundred times over her grown-ass daughter." He actually walked from behind his desk and stood in front of me. It took me all I had not to shake. He leaned down with an obnoxious smirk on his face."Did you really cry about me to your mother?"

I scoffed. "N–no! I complained, but I didn't cry–she told you that, didn't she?" I covered my face.

He rolled his eyes and fixed his expensive watch on his tattooed arm. "You're not the only one with a mother at home who loves them. Tell her to stop wasting our–my time."

I nodded.

"Good, now, go fucking change. You're going to look like a clown."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

Yes, Daddy.

I smiled to myself and turned around, not before noticing the look of shock on his face. He's such a weirdo sometimes.

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I changed into a long-sleeved white button-up and black pants, a black tie, and a black vest. I loved the outfit; even though it was more manly, it looked good on me. My ass was nicely pushing against my pants–the squats worked.

I walked into the bureau a little more confident than I was in the dress just because I looked slightly like everyone else. I got to Trancy's office and didn't bother knocking. He hadn't changed. He was calmly watching something. It sounded like a true crime episode.

"I'm–"

"Shut up."

"We're going to be–"

"Shut up."

"We're going to be late!" I rushed out, yelling a bit.

He raised an eyebrow, pausing the show. "Excuse me?"

I sighed. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to get your attention."

Trancy scoffed, getting up. "They wait for me, so whether or not I'm not there, they're not flying without me."

I laughed. "You think too highly of yourself. In fact, I hope they fly out without you."

He didn't find that very funny. He stood up and walked toward me, casting a shadow over me. "I think highly of myself because I'm important, I'm a genius, and I'm... good-looking." He smiled at the end, but I just laughed.

I laughed so hard I pushed at his chest without thinking. I was actually crying tears of joy. "You know what you sound like, Mr. Trancy?" I said in between laughter, not even looking up at him. "A spoiled little brat," I sat down to catch my breath. "Even I don't act like this, and I'm an only child. You sound–"

"Continue, and you're fired." He glared at me, brushing down his shirt like I put dirt there.

I shook my head. "You said if my mom called, you'd fire me," I quickly defended.

"Don't do anything that will remotely annoy me."

I nodded. "One more thing I got to say," I laughed a little. "You told me I had free reign on what to say, so lemme just say this," he looked at me unimpressed. "People have been hopping and sucking on your dick for too long, sir–excuse my language." I laughed as I said it. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. It's just what you said. I'm good-looking."

His glare did not falter, not one bit, but instead, it turned into something unrecognizable. "So, we're just going to act like you want nothing to do with my dick either?"

I faltered, scoffing. "No, I don't," I said, moving back as he stepped closer.

"Lewis, my job is reading people. I know when people are lying."

I looked away. "We're going to be late, sir."

Trancy looked amused and stepped closer, analyzing my every breath. "Oh? We're being formal now?"

"Ok, you proved your point," I smiled nervously, thinking about his hands again.

The images flashed uncontrollably in my brain until I gasped and fell on my ass. I looked up at him and found him smirking. "W–what did you do to me?"

His smirk never faded, his head tilted. "What do you mean, Lewis?"

I gulped, realizing I probably sounded crazy. "N–never mind." I furrowed my brows, clearing my throat. That was so weird. The sexual images flew around in my brain and flashed in my vision–like someone was controlling my brain.

I'm going crazy. Hell no.

"Let's go." He was suddenly in a perfect mood.

I just love Theodore so much

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