She set her glass aside, placed both feet on the floor, and sat up in her chair. The game play was done. She had a job to do. She would be glad to be rid of the blasted costume, and return to her element of comfort. She was tired of the intense gaze this man kept on her. She felt as though he was watching her every move, analyzing every detail. The entire conversation felt like the circling of two wolves at the beginning of a fight. She pictured herself circling around the man, in his pristine suit, perfectly groomed hair and nails, glossy shoes, and knowing smile. She relished in the image of tearing into his flesh, shattering his faulty knowledge of the world.<br/><br/>This was a man who thought he understood the way of things. He thought he was in control. He thought he had reached the top. Oh, how very wrong he was. He was a tiny insect, jumbled in with all of the rest of them. He was as hollow, pointless, and useless as his mundane perspective.<br/><br/>Despite these thoughts, her smile was gentle, almost sincere, if perhaps a bit wolfish, "Thank you for the offer, but I think it best no one is around when I go in. You wouldn't want a panic on your hands. I will have no need of protection... especially from your men. Rest easy. You needn't worry about the situation. It will be handled."