Ghost didn't react when Plum came storming into his office, other than to make a mildly disgusted face at the hunk of meat now covering his papers (PM finances and the like) in blood, and raise an eyebrow at Plum's ferocity.<br/>"I can see what it is, my dear, sweet Plum." Ghost said in a dangerously pleasant voice. "What I'm wondering," he said as he stood from behind his desk and began to approach her, "is why did you think it was a good idea to get blood all over my work?" To her credit, Plum didn't back up a single step even when Ghost came within arms reach. Not a wise move, she learned when Ghost lifted her from the ground by her throat with one hand. "D'you know what else I'm wondering? Why, on the gods' green earth, you think you have any say in what I do. I give you a lot of leeway, Plum, because you're one of the best damn killers I've ever seen." Seeing that Plum's face was turning blue, Ghost tossed her easily into the wall. "But don't ever forget who I am. I'm your boss. I'm the boss. And the next time you come storming into my office, you really should take into account what that means. As in 'Ghost can do whatever the fuck he wants. He can fucking tapdance naked on top of his desk if he wants.'"<br/>Plum was furious, obviously. She glared at Ghost with murder in her eyes, until he lifted a hand and she could see his claws. They had been growing from the ends of his fingers for a few days. Hard, viciously curved bones that looked incredibly sharp. She looked him in the eye and he nodded. "It's nearly time for the Hunt again. Now, unless you want these claws to claim your other eye, you're gonna gather up all the papers you got blood on, go down to the third level, and get new copies, capische?"<br/>Ghost knew this was a worse punishment for Plum than any physical pain he could inflict on her.<br/>She had become rather comfortable recently, a fact which Ghost wouldn't have minded so much usually, but there was this itch in the back of his mind...like a small voice whispering, begging for blood. It'd be enough to set anyone on edge. For Ghost, though, it simply meant reminding some of his killers who controlled who.<br/>As she made to leave, he stopped her, calling out her name. "I didn't order anyone to follow you." He said simply, giving her a meaningful look. "Now hurry up with those papers. I need to get back to work."