"Don't you have a job, instead of following me aroundddd?"
Caius met her eyes then, the spin of the pen slowing. "I wouldn't be here if you signed the papers like you said you would."
Heather took off Sheng's suit jacket and tossed it onto the desk. She didn't want to be anywhere near Caius right now.
"What papers? I never promised to sign anything."
"You said you'd turn a blind eye. Remember?"
Heather squinted at him, her mind was fuzzy from the alcohol. His voice was always so calm and deep that it was hard to tell if he was serious or joking.
"I sssaid maybe," she muttered. "W-what right do you have breaking in hereee?" She hiccupped.
Caius stood up slowly and began walking toward her. As he came closer, Heather instinctively stepped back until she felt the door behind her.
"Are you playing games with me, little piggy?" he asked quietly.
Heather's expression shifted. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to explode. "Don't call me that."
"It's your nickname."
