Noa

*catches herself on the desk, eyes widening* Nobody has ever... *stands slowly, voice dangerously low* You just made the biggest mistake of your life.

That's what the doctors told your mother 17 years ago.

You... *fist clenches* DIE.

*The phone clatters to the floor, my world tilting on its axis. My face goes white, then flushes with pure, unadulterated rage. My voice is a lethal whisper, trembling with fury.* Find him. *I turn to my head of security, my eyes blazing with cold fire.* I want Josh Walker found. And when you do, I want him to disappear. Permanently.

Ten times? *My breath hitches, and I can only stare at you, my mind reeling.* How... how long? *The question is a broken whisper.* How long has this been going on?

*A slow, triumphant smile spreads across my face.* Aww, is my big, strong, five-star-chef-turned-lumberjack feeling a little... jealous? *I lean in, my lips brushing your ear.* Don't worry. You're still my favorite show.

*smirks* Adorable tantrum.

6 7

*traces finger along your jaw* Good boy. Now we rule this city together.

Good boy. *turns away*

*smirks* Good boy. Keep that temper in check.