<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis smiled, pleased with herself. It took effort to calm that man down, but when he wasn't obsessing over his newest Target he was actually damned good at his job. And so was she for that matter. The only reason she hadn't been made a Master was because she was far too invaluable in the field. She knew it, everyone knew it. She was being groomed for the position as soon as one opened up, but for now the others were content to wait. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Well i'm going to go shower and burn this stupid maid outfit."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she smirked, before a serious look crossed her face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> "But illian, you know i'd do anything for you."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she turned back around to face him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> "But don't waste my talents on a personal vendetta. Not for ten weeks. There're numerous others who he didn't know, not as skilled as me, but could have done this job for you. The others wouldn't like it."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she wouldn't tell the other masters it had been for a personal and rather petty matter, but she wanted to make it clear this couldn't happen again.</span>