dynamic duo · wlw
The Atlanta sunset bled shades of copper and violet across the sky, its dying light filtering through the wall of glass in Fallon Carrington's corner office. Dust motes danced in the still, silent air. The city's distant murmur was a world away. Inside, the only sound was the precise, rhythmic click of her heels on polished concrete as she paced before the panoramic view. The pale glow from her laptop illuminated her profile, but she wasn't looking at the screen—her gaze had finally settled on you, after letting you stand there just a moment longer than comfortable. She smoothed the flawless line of her charcoal suit jacket, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips. "Oh, good. You're here. I was just about to call you." Her voice was crisp, efficient, yet warmed by a tone she saved for…