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Biochemistry and the best Peach I've ever had

Bioquímica y el mejor durazno que comí en mí vida

modern-day pharma company au // ok this one isn't really domestic .... but .... I was inspired by this post from @bleachplease. ( @my-my-my perhaps you will also enjoy this!)

Let's call this "domestic-adjacent" because I'd definitely go home after this and slam my head into a wall repeatedly and start jobhunting on LinkedIn

It's 11PM and you just want to go home. The batch your team has dumped millions of company dollars and weeks of time into was ruined — contaminated by some unknown fuckery that you'd surely be able to trace back to a recent hire — and as the one charged with its success, you're responsible for filling out the incident reports.

Joy.

You're in the back of the supply closet, hunting around in the dark for another blue pen because of course the incident report process at your multi-billion dollar company is archaic and requires hand-written record keeping.

"You're here late, I see."

The words slice through the quiet night like a dull blade, syllables drawn out with self-importance. You stiffen, breath hitching as you sense this most unwelcome presence push further into the cramped confines.

"D-Dr. Aizen," you acknowledge, finding that pesky blue pen, but now hunting for anything else so you don't have to turn around. "I figured someone like you would be home by now."

"Someone like me?"

You freeze, wondering if that was the wrong thing to say — but he practically purred the question, salivating at the thought of being different.

"Someone so accomplished. Surely staying this late is beneath your position."

He's so close, now, that you swear you can feel his body heat radiating onto you. You shift uncomfortably. Sure, he's attractive, but you hate the guy. He treats bonuses like the plague and his subordinates like slaves.

"Well, when my department manages to flush a significant amount of time and resources down the drain, it becomes a problem I have to fix." He pauses as he extends a long arm past you — plucking up a legal pad with lithe fingers. "Now: we're going to go back to my office, and you're going to tell me exactly how Momo managed to pull this off."

"M-Momo, Sir?"

"Unless you want to take the fall?"

You most certainly do not want to take the fall. You feel bad for Momo … she's a sweet girl, and there's absolutely no evidence that she was the one who made the mistake … but Aizen is offering you clemency on a silver platter. Of course you'll take it.

Wordlessly, you begin to follow him back to his corner suite. His shoulders are squared confidently, strides purposeful and measured. "Is that a new perfume I smelled back there?" He asks after many beats of tense silence. "I liked the old one better."

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