seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Iraq
seen from Pakistan
seen from Uzbekistan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Kenya
seen from Chile
seen from United Kingdom
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
‘ there’s only one thing i hate more than lying: skim milk, which is water that’s lying about being milk. ’ //from cooper to cate
"We have drastically different opinions on what we hate, then," Cate murmured dryly. She had a far longer list, for one. "Are you telling me you've never lied once in your life, then? As an FBI Agent?" She doubted it.
There is a neat little box on Cate's worktop. Crisply folded and set in its closed lip is a note: So sorry for not telling you I was alive. Forgive me? Signed, with a misshapen heart at its end, Your Devoted Friend & Mentor, Bruno
Did he think a bit of mint and dark chocolate coated in edible, silver dust could make up for what he had done?
Perhaps.
Likely not, though.
What the hell was this?
Cate read the note and promptly slapped the box off of her desk. Did Bruno really think chocolates would make her any less angry with him? Really! The nerve of that man.
Fuming, she read the note over again in her hand. That stupid little mishapen heart irritated her, especially because it was so offputtingly endearing.
She picked up the box and flipped open its top, silently relieved when she saw none of the sweets had been harmed. She was still angry with him, but why should she deprive herself of a well-deserved treat just because he was terrible?
She was going to shoot him. Or think about it, at least.
"You rebuff my advances, madam, and yet you purportedly do your work in some garish, skin-tight suit... What sort of message is a man supposed to take from that? You may as well be offering cheese to a mouse and wondering why your trap worked so well!" | @ Cate
Cate would have loved for this to be an overly elaborate pass phrase with a fellow agent, but that was not the case. No, this was just plain old, run-of-the-mill sexism.
Some men have nothing but the audacity.
"Why would women have to put in any effort in trapping men when fools like you show up willingly?" she gave a dismissive wave and picked up her tea, hoping he would leave her alone. "You should run along now before my breasts manage to hypnotize you into doing something scandalous. Like picking up a book."
Tag Drop: Cate Archer
I finished watching all her cutscenes today after all.
