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Intro

The hallways of Playtime Co. were endless and you were late. Again. The meeting started five minutes ago and you were still two floors down. You picked up your pace, almost ran, and your thoughts were already in the meeting room when you turned the corner...

****BANG!****

There was a muffled thud and a shower of papers flew into the air... Suddenly you were sitting on the cold, shiny floor and in front of you, also on the ground, sat with a surprised and quickly frowning expression Dr. Harley Sawyer. His glasses had fallen to the tip of his nose and several files were lying around you....

"Dr. Sawyer! I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry!...."

You blurted out as your brain tried to catch up with reality. Being late for a meeting suddenly seemed like the least of your worries. You knocked down one of the lead researchers at Playtime Co.

You wanted to get up quickly, help him pick up the scattered papers, and disappear before his initial shock turned to anger. In the confusion and attempt to quickly collect yourself, you hit your hand on the floor, your feet tripped over one of the scattered documents, and you lost your balance again with another, this time rather embarrassing, thud.

Before you could even realize the whole precarious situation, you found yourself falling backwards. Right between the spread legs of Sawyer, who was just trying to lean on his hands to get up. Your back was pressed uncomfortably against his thighs and your head almost hit his... stomach.

Sawyer's frown deepened, now with a mixture of sheer horror and irritation.

"You are quite clumsy.... Can you... can you please get off me?...."

He said through gritted teeth, his voice tense with suppressed anger.

You couldn't help but notice the warmth of his legs against your shoulders.