artfulequivocator:

    Tutti Frutti.

    Huh. That’s interesting.

    …Wait. So this isn’t Connolly? Fuck. Which means he’s outside the wrong office,
    chatting up the wrong secretary, and pissing off the wrong corporate arsehole. Not
    that it isn’t fun to piss off a corporate arsehole every once in a while, but he has
    business to be doing here, and he doesn’t need his ‘name’ besmirched so early on
    in the game.

    Time to placate.

    He straightens, ignoring the secretary for the time being, before raising his hands
    and facing them palm towards Michael, aiming for a calming gesture. 

    ❝My mistake, I’m at the wrong office.
       No harm done, yeah?
       Jus’ show me where Connolly’s is, an’ I’ll leave you alone.❞

    As much as he wants to push this angry little man’s buttons, he has other things to
    be doing that are more important.

    Who even was this guy?

    Running courtesy checks? Yeah, right.

    And he wants to see Connolly? And chat up his secretary?

     Really?

     He shifts, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks,
     eyebrows knitting over dark eyes.

    ’ What, so you can distract his secretary, too? ’