Half witch

The aftermath of his night with Lotus still lingered in his mind. He could not brush off the fact that he was falling deeply in love with her and going against his code. He had not believed in love or attraction, but right from the time he slept with her at the hotel five years ago he had always known that their paths would cross again.

He sat at his desk, engrossed in his work. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminated the room as he diligently reviewed the reports spread out before him. Just as he was about to sign off on a particularly important document, there was a sudden knock on his office door.

"Come in," Peter called, his voice laced with a hint of irritation at the interruption. He wasn't expecting any visitor at this time, he ordered that no one should interrupt him.

The door creaked open, and Sheila stepped into the room. Peter couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the sight of her.