dylanwaldorf:
So basically her brother just wanted to be sure that Dallas is working for her paycheck. Dylan didn’t quite know what his motive was but right now, she didn’t care. She needed someone to get her shoes. “If she was playing horrendous music as the dj, why didn’t you fire her?” Her eyes rolled before spinning on her toes. “But very well, I’ll go see who this Dallas is.” There was a high chance she saw the other before but Dylan did not bother to pin a name to the face. “Did you want to get something while we’re on the topic?”
Damien looked her with furrowed brow and said, “How on earth are you being trusted to run the family company?! You just made note of how much of an asset access to a half-demon/half-dragon shifter was yourself. In a capitalist America, where having pretty much primary control over another person’s financial stability pretty much makes them your indentured servant, why would I fire her and give that up?”
As she made towards the door, he once again attempted to focus back on his work. At the question he waved off-handedly and said, “Find me a nice riding crop. I snapped mine last night.”












