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"Honestly, no, but Garrison seemed pretty amped and offered something better to do if I could get it done quickly. Gimme a hand and we can deliver his coffee at the same time."

"Sounds like a plan," she said. "Thanks!"

You were able to quickly locate the Vernic file, which was easily six inches wide and bursting with loose papers. Meanwhile, you got Sabrina to start looking in the Ps for the possible Piper Co. file. You dug around in the vicinity of Vernic, and found a secondary file labelled 'Vernic TM' and another one labelled 'Vernic Ltd', so you grabbed those files as well.

"Nothing on Piper," Sabrina said, but she lifted up a file anyways. "I did find Pipar Co. though. Think it's mislabeled or something?"

"Can't hurt to check," you said. You leaned in next to her as she opened up the file so you could both scan the contents. Her shoulder pressed into your side but she didn't react, just quickly scanning down the page with a finger faster than you could read. She flipped the papers fast and you realized she was either amazing at looking for keywords, or she was speedreading.

"Mmm, doesn't look like anything Piper. It's all Pipar," she said, turning to look up at you.

God, she's pretty, you thought. You felt like you could fall into those green eyes. You also couldn't help but think about all the gorgeous, nasty pictures you'd seen of her.Well, probably her.

"Well, let's bring it anyway just in case," you said.

"Sounds good," Sabrina nodded. You took the folder from her and added it to your stack while she picked up the tray of Starbucks she'd set down.

"Thanks for the help," you said as you both started walking down the hall, across that same diamond-pattern carpet you'd first recognized in her photos.

"Hey, if this gets us out of digitizing for the morning, I think I owe you," she said.

"Careful, I might hold you to that," you laughed.

"Do it! Favours are just about the only currency we've got as interns," she grinned. "Of course, that means I'd be able to call onyou for a favour, too. And I'm a bit of a princess if what my sisters say is true."

You snorted and smirked. "No, really? I would never have guessed."

"Oh!" she scoffed and nudged you with an elbow. "I guess chivalry really is dead."

She said it at the perfect time for you to shuffle the files to one arm and open the door for her. "After you, Princess."

"Alright, maybe notdead," she laughed.

You got to Mr Garrison's office, which had the big oak door currently thrown open. He was staring intently at his computer screen, which was turned away, and pounding at his keyboard as he quickly typed something.

Knocking first, you entered and Sabrina followed you in. "Got the files, sir."

"And I've got your coffee order," Sabrina said.

Garrison grunted and looked at you from around his computer screen. "Great, good. Could have been faster, but good enough." He reached out a hand and you passed over the files.

"That's the main Vernic file, a Vernic TM file, and a Vernic Limited file. Sabrina also helped out and found a Pipar Co file, which we weren't sure was related or not."

"Hmm," Garrison grunted again, then flipped through the Pipar file. "Huh, fucking interns. Not you two, this is good work finding this. I mean interns from twenty years ago, and every year since then."

Sabrina reached forward and set Garrison's coffee on his desk as the Partner mumbled to himself as he read a few pages quickly.

"Anything else, sir?" you asked him after a minute.

"Yes, actually," he said. He slammed the files down on an empty part of his desk and turned, yanking some papers out of another file. "Darrel is out sick again today, and he was supposed to go do employee surveys down at Chambers all day today. You two take these, make about a hundred copies of them, and then head over to the Benthouse building on Fifth. Chambers is an architecture and speciality construction firm; we've been contracted to consult with them on best practices. They'll set you up in a private room and you'll be running employee surveys. Just read them the paragraph at the top of the sheet, make sure they answer all the questions, and sign it on the last page. Pretty boring, but at least it's a change of scenery for you."

It wasdefinitely a change of scenery, and a huge responsibility if it was something that was usually trusted to an associate. They were already lawyers, for fuck's sake.

"You got it, sir," you said.

"Absolutely. We won't let you down," Sabrina said.

"Great, fine. Just don't embarrass us over there. They should be expecting you," Garrison grunted.

You and Sabrina left with the papers and immediately headed for the copy room.

"Oh. My god," Sabrina said quietly as you walked. "John, this is huge. Thank youso much for letting me tag in."

"My pleasure," you said. "But, like you said, you owe me one."

"Definitely," she nodded.

The copy room was a crowded closet filled with a line of four photocopiers on one side and a wall of various types and colours of papers on the other. Sabrina immediately set one of the machines working as she fed the survey papers into it. You glanced her over, taking in her tight little body and the way her ass jutted out as she leaned over the machine.

She was in a good mood, and felt like she owed you one. There was trust between you, at least a little. You were about to spend all day together, and you could either sit on your questions all day and inevitably start to make things awkward by staring at her too much, or you could just ask her.

Fuck it, you thought.Now or never.

"Hey Sabrina," you said, clearing your throat. "Ah, this is kind of inappropriate, but we're about to spend a lot of hours in the same room together and asking you this now gives you an out if you want to stay here, instead of asking you at the end of the day. Did you start an OnlyFans account and take pictures in the office?"

Sabrina slowly turned from the photocopier to you, her face stony and her eyes wide.

Oh, shit. Maybe this was a mistake.