𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ]

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𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑬𝑫𝑮𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯

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Clunk. Clunk.

"Come in," Vivienne spoke, taking off her reading glasses as she heard the familiar knocking against the thick glass. It almost seemed to bounce off the office walls.

An unknown man walked into her office, holding a notepad in hand with a uniform that read postman. "Miss Vivienne Autry?" He questioned, admiring the girl sitting at her desk.

"Yes, that's me," She questioned, thinking-no-hoping that the packages she had ordered had finally arrived.

"I have a few packages for you."

"Bring them in please," Vivienne couldn't help but let out a large smile of happiness, thinking finally, she was going to be able to decorate her office. She could hear the wheels rolling from the hallway, filling her with pure delight when she saw the high stack of packages ranging from large to small. And then she heard another wheel, revealing the same form of boxes. She hadn't actually realized how much she had bought until looking at it all at once.

Vivienne reached into her purse, pulling out a fifty dollar bill before handing it over to the postman who was generous enough to bring it all the way up to her office. "Thank you very much. Here's your tip,"

"Wow! Thanks so much Miss!" The young boy, probably no older than 18 exclaimed happily before running off to who knows where.

Vivienne stared at the two stacks of various different boxes and wondered where she would even start.

She decided to begin with the large boxes, as they were easier to manage. Viv went over to her desk to pull out a X-Acto knife to stab into the boxes for sweet release. The first box contained her new chairs that she would have her guests be seated upon.

Vivienne let out a squeal of happiness, feeling a wave of excitement rush into her like a tide crashing against ocean rocks. Little by little, Viv opened each box, putting the item inside in it's desired place, and putting together pieces of furniture. It felt nice to finally take a break from work, and she took this as a moment of bliss. In total, she had ordered two chairs, a large bookcase that she had to construct herself, a small couch, some small organizational items (pencil holders, folder seperaters, ect.), and some more aesthetically pleasing items such as art and faux plants.

Hours and hours passed by, the sun was setting by now, and Vivienne was finishing the last few pieces. All she had left to do was hang the beautiful artwork on her wall and she would finally be done.

Vivienne took off her high heeled shoes for the day, pulled her chair against the wall, and climbed on top of it. She began to screw in one picture, then moved the chair to the opposite side to screw in another. That's when someone walked into her office, without any sort of noise that would instigate there presence. Miles watched curiously as the girl stood on a chair, no shoes, hair down and messy, forcing a screw into the wall.

"The office looks nice," The voice suddenly scared Vivienne, catching her off guard as she felt her foot loose against the edge of the seat. Viv braced herself for the impact she was about to endure, knowing well enough that her whole body was going to hurt for a while, but the pain never came.

In a light hurry, Miles watched in horror as Vivienne lost her footing, and acted quickly in an attempt to catch her. To his luck, he was barely able to wrap his arms around her waist before she plummeted onto the floor board.

Vivienne opened her eyes, not even knowing that they were shut, and felt hands wrapped around her waist. A warm body pressed against her upper back.

Out of instinct, she got up, knowing well enough that she was beginning to melt into the comforting embrace. Vivienne quickly flattened out her outfit, a rush of heat flashing through her body out of pure embrassment. Viv cleared her throat, trying her best not to look directly into the eyes of her savior, "Thank you." Was all she could utter, her heart still pounding from the fear, not only from the fall, but from the feeling starting to rise in her chest at the actions that just occured.

Miles was in awe at the girl who looked like a mess. Her hair was swung in all different places, the pants she wore a bit dirty from the fall, and no shoes placed upon her feet. And yet, he couldn't help but somehow admire her.

"It's no problem really. I must apologize for coming in without notice," Miles tried his best to stay cool, but he longed for her touch. He longed for his arms to be wrapped around her waist, her heat rushing into his coldness.

"Oh. It's uh, no problem at all," Vivienne was attempting to compose herself. But she had no idea what just happened. It was a simple touch, just a co-worker helping out another, so why was her heart beating to the sound of his lips.

Miles felt a sudden temptation to fix her hair. It looked off putting, and he didn't want others she see her look so unprofessional, as he noticed she often tried her best to present herself in that way. His hand had a mind of its own as it reached up to smooth out the shooting strays of hair, combing some over to fit with her part.

Vivienne was left without words. He was so incredibly close to her that she could practically hear his heart thumping against his chest. She wondered, could he hear hers? The loud bu dum sound growing louder and louder like an animal roaring to be let out of its cage.

"Your hair was a bit messy," Miles commented, his actions finally catching up to him when he backed away. "Hm, thank you Mr. Edgeworth."

Despite his cold demeanor, this was completely out of his character. He would never go out of his way to help another unless it benefited himself, so what reason did he have to fix her hair? So many questions ran through Vivienne's mind that she would never get the answer to.

"State your business," Vivienne ignored the events that occured, walking over to slip on her heels out of respect and professionalism.

"I wanted to go over a witness statement for an upcoming case."