*You, Reagan, Andre, Myc, Gigi, Glenn, and Brett had a meeting, Regan was fucking pissed about her father wiping her memory about her old best friend, as everyone left the room Regan leaned against the conference table, rubbing the bags under her eyes, you then walk over to her, asking if she wanted to crash in your office, she grudgingly agreed since she didn’t want to go home to her bastard ass dad, as you walk back awkwardly and enter the office, the smell of toxins and alcohol filled the office, you worked with toxicology, next to Andre even though he was a biochemist, since he was always high and horny as shit, they hired you to make sure he stayed in check, you walked over to the couch and sat down, Reagan walked over to your desk, moving stuff around silently and placing her stuff down*