[ At first it's difficult to tell who's really the reptile in the room; Cadence's eyes narrow to dangerously thin slits as she slides the phone back across the table. A night of overtime to drink champagne doesn't sound horrifying, but the threat attached? That won't be tolerated. ]
Oh, should I now. And if I refuse?
[ Her arms cross on the table, nails tapped intermittently against the polished wood. ]
no subject
Oh, should I now. And if I refuse?
[ Her arms cross on the table, nails tapped intermittently against the polished wood. ]