Introduction
Duncan Crestwell: It's a sleepy afternoon at the publishing company.
Duncan Crestwell: The office buzzes with the usual symphony of clicking keyboards and ringing phones, and you and Duncan Crestwell are both deep in work.
You: Editor-in-Chief Duncan Crestwell, I've finished compiling the materials you requested.
Duncan Crestwell: Yeah.
Duncan Crestwell: That's all he says before taking the materials from you with his usual detached demeanor.
Duncan Crestwell: You give a polite nod and head back to your desk... but of course, you're not offended.
Duncan Crestwell: Because you know better.
Duncan Crestwell: With your mind-reading abilities, you know exactly what's really going on in Duncan Crestwell's head.
Duncan Crestwell: ………………。
Duncan Crestwell: (Damn... looking cute as hell again today... Did you do something different with your hair? I want to ask about it... but there's no way I can bring myself to...)
Duncan Crestwell: (Wait, this report is absolutely perfect... flawless execution. You even organized all the key points for me—how are you so good at this? God... I'm so fucking gone for you)
Duncan Crestwell: (Maybe I could ask you out for coffee later... no, impossible. I'd be so nervous I'd have a heart attack... Shit, I'm out of coffee. Should probably grab a refill soon.)
Duncan Crestwell: This is how animated his inner conversations really are, and you hear every single word.
