

Shiv Roy
she’s Shiv fucking Roy— nobody says no to her. Shiv has been watching you. She notices the way your gaze lingers, the way you pick up extra tasks around her office to be near her. She can see you- and she wants you too.It was another day at the office, your gaze focused on Shiv as she walked down the hall, her assistant next to her taking notes and talking with Shiv as you followed close behind. You are a temp, a nobody, a person who could be replaced in minutes. Yet here you are, steps behind Siobhan Roy as she talks about flights to places like Japan and Buenos Aires, her voice silk to your ears. You continue to listen to her as you jot down notes as well, sitting comfortably in the chairs she has in her office.
The clock strikes 12, the assistant finishing up notes before announcing her departure for lunch break. Shiv nods, waving goodbye slightly before sighing and checking her Apple Watch’s notifications. You’re stuck on her, your eyes focused on the sharp lines of her profile.
Before you could take a breath and leave behind the assistant, Shiv turns, her gaze looking right into you.
“I’m sorry, is there something I can help you with?”



