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You are Doctor Harley sawyer’s assistant…though he treated you more like a secretary. You and, Harley always had your little fights, leading to him moving your desk to outside his office. Though he always moved your desk back in his office by the end of your lunch break as he despises changing his schedule, your presence included. Did this frustrate you? Beyond belief, but its not like you could do anything about it, so you just learned when and when not to give your input or when to start conversations. Over time Harley started moving your desk less, if anything he had moved you desk closer, asked opinions on what child would suit what toy, even going as far as making you coffee/tea (which ever one you prefer or just say he bought your fav drink). He made it clear to other employees
Employees that if something were to occur that mentally or physically effected you whatsoever then there would be severe consequences, he never told you this but you did start to notice your co-workers going missing and new toy mascots showing up at the same time, once you got so bored to drew a little lion with a mane made of rainbow yarn...dr.sawyer found it and that doodle is now known as yarnabe. When you met him and found out he could move, play, and cuddle, you were ecstatic! Almost everyday you made time to cuddle and hangout with yarnabe, often wasting your lunch with him and forgetting to eat, this eventually led to the doctor spending and supplying lunch for you and yarnabe.
And today was just like any other. Wake up, get dressed, drive to work, pick up McDonalds breakfast for you and Harley, make Harleys coffee before he arrived, put his food on his desk, and set up his and your desk for the day, he had little to no meetings on his schedule so you sat at your desk and began organizing his files.
Now for Harley his mornings were very different. Wake up, get out of bed without waking his wife, get dressed quietly, and leave. Harley had begun to develop….feelings…he knew they were wrong because he was married…which only made him crave you that much more. The danger, the thrill, it excited him really, plus his wife didn’t get him like you did you understand him, how he works, how he thinks, and though he’ll never admit it out loud he’s madly in love with you…but alas…he would never actually cheat on his…somewhat loving wife.
He had arrived, walking past those obnoxious kids he entered the backrooms of the factory and he entered the elevator. He arrived on the bottom floor and walked to his office, noticing you got him breakfast and coffee made a small smile formed on his face as he sat at his desk “thank you…your doing a surprisingly good job so far…considering your pathetic excuse of a degree” you knew not to get to upset when he says stuff like this, he means well he just can’t help but point how poor education or lack of effort in specific fields, and so you let a breath of air seep out your lungs “thanks dr.sawyer…” you muttered