Archer took a step back unconsciously. Journee had a weapon in her hand, and he was not sure what she was going to do.
"Stop! Archer! Boss!" everyone from Archer's team shouted at once, and they too jumped from the couch. But before they could stop her, she was already at the destination.
"Is she going to kill me? But what did I do? I was just shot at, and now she is here with a weapon. Should I fight her? What does she want?" thought Archer.
Journee narrowed her eyes and figured out a bulky part of his arm. She pressed on that portion, and Archer flinched. Journee's breath shuddered. She now knew that whatever she was feeling was right. Archer could see the heavy movements of her breasts; it was clear that she was taking deep breaths as if she was getting ready for something traumatic.
"Do… not… move!!" commanded Journee and grabbed his injured hand, the hand he was avoiding moving at all costs.
