Shemika

Dom led me into Bishop's office and my eyes immediately landed on Bishop, who's seated at his wide silver-like desk.

For some reason, I was feeling unrelaxed standing before him, but I managed to hide my uneasiness.

Bishop lifted his head up at me and gestured towards the chair opposite him, "sit," his voice was calm and flat as usual.

His eyes widened on my body as if he has seen a monster, perhaps, a goddess.

His gaze was slow at first, gliding over every inch of my ...