lovelycharmingvillain:
He was pleasantly surprised to hear her join in badmouthing the place. Sure, he was great at playing polite, but it was never any fun.
James blanched at ‘disappear’, and swore he could feel the colour return to his cheeks when he realised she was only joking. He might’ve assumed it was a joke, if not for his own boss disappearing people at the snap of his fingers.
But he laughed, relief and humour swirling up his throat; his chuckle was genuine, and he couldn’t have stopped it if he’d tried. It simmered down to straight lips soon enough though. He wasn’t trying to get in trouble here. For once.
“U-Understood,” he stammered, and the salute he gave was like a reflex: a reset to professionalism, lest he come across a little too callous. “I certainly wouldn’t want that.”
He chewed at her words. “I take it you have firsthand experience with Mr. Faba then, ma’am?” He grimaced a little, wringing his hands as he wondered if he was prying too much. “May I ask, how you’ve, erm, fared?”
She smiled a bit at his chuckle, glad that she could at least get him to loosen up a bit. It was very tiring to be around so many boring people all of the time. Not that she made an effort to talk to people who didn’t spark her interest anyways.
“Well no, I haven’t really talked to him face to face.” Anything that could be considered communication was usually through a third party. “I simply have observed him while he’s within view. I have a sort of talent with observing people and getting a bigger picture of things. So far I haven’t got in trouble for it, so I suppose that’s good.” That was a very kind way of saying she was basically spying.
