Rating: T (13+)
Summary: About three things everyone in the office is absolutely positive. First, that Arthur Levine is a Financial Analyst (whatever that is). Second, that there is a part of him, and they don't know how dominant that part might be, that wants to kill everyone in the room at a given time. And third, that Eames from Marketing is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Warnings: Swearing, sexual references.
Disclaimer: Dissapointingly, I don't own Arthur and Eames. If I did, they would be happily married with a puppy named Cobb. (It squints just like him.)
Notes: This is for PalindromeIsntOne, my friend/fanfiction bitch, because she puts up with a lot at my hands.
“So, what do you say to it? Want to go out for drinks sometime?” Arthur turns to Eames and smiles. “I would rather have my intestines surgically removed and fed to diseased cannibals.” Eames blinks. “I’m guessing that’s a no, then?” “Yes, that’s a no.”