Plum wasn't one to be intimidated--even by Ghost. She did not budge, though her instincts screamed at her to do so. Instead she straightened up in an unconscious display of challenge. She didn't usually go up against Ghost, but he didn't usually send spies out on her either.<br/><br/>Suddenly Ghost's hand was wrapped around her throat, lifting her off the ground. She did quit staring him in the eye, even as her mind began to naturally panic in its oxygen deprived state. Ghost spoke to her in a deceptively pleasant voice, but his words left no doubt about his fury, "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." With that, he tossed her into the wall.<br/><br/>"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/><br/>Plum glared up at Ghost, rolling around the idea of just killing him some day. Of course she never would, she cared too much about him--but it didn't keep her from fantasizing about it. Ghost probably had some inkling of her thoughts as he raised his hands to display his claws, "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/><br/>Plum couldn't prevent the look of disgust that came over her face. "Excuse me?!" she asked, her voice high with disbelief. Plum never went to the third level unless it was to kill someone--and certainly never to make copies like some common lackey. Ghost gave her a look and Plum's mouth snapped shut. She made her way to the desk and gathered all the blood soaked papers--but left the head. Ghost could control Plum to an extent, but he was never going to be able to rid Plum of all her defiance.<br/><br/>"You can keep your spy," she spat out angrily, clutching the papers in on of her hands. "You may be the boss, but just remember I'm not your bitch," she stated in a snarl, taking a jab at Ghost's lack of a mate--something rather strange for dominant wolves. With that, she went to leave--only for Ghost to stop her, "I didn't order anyone to follow you," he said simply with a strange look. She wasn't sure what to think. Her pride was still hurt and her anger still simmering, even with the news. "Now hurry up with those papers. I need to get back to work." Plum stood for a moment, unsure of how to react, but ultimately decided to keep her rebellion a little longer. She left, slamming the door hard enough behind her for the sound to echo throughout the hideout.