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âI donât,â  Rob says shortly, and if she knows anything about his character, as she so obviously thinks she does, sheâll know he has little patience for games.
Perhaps to know of Odette, and his friendship with her, isnât that strange.  Theyâve been to so many different functions in each otherâs company that itâs feasible Sonya could have seen them, especially if she travels in the same circles as her employers.  But Laurel.  Laurel.  Whatever is happening with Laurel is such a new thing.  Fragile.  Not something anyone would know about really.  It sets him on edge, she could elude to it so flippantly.  He doesnât take kindly to people intruding on his business.
âAllow me to show you to the door,â Â Rob says, gesturing to the door still open from his arrival.
She may not like orders, but heâs certain sheâll like being hauled off by security even less.
when the left corner of her mouth rises, a touch of something arrogant ( perhaps it is that moirai brand of cruelty ) seeps into her smile. atropos tilts her head slightly, dark eyes observing every single gesture the man might do in response to her words. as expected, it is the mention of laurel that shatters the supposedly impenetrable walls robert strathos has built around his heart. the queen of the underworld has always been this kingâs weak spot; and though chained by the shackles of mortality now, this has remained unchanged. that is useful to know, should the need to utilize that information arise.
âit appears you failed to understand to what i just said, so i must repeat myself.â atropos muses, shaking her head. a sigh escapes from between her lips before she lifts both of her legs up, resting her heels on what must be a very expensive office desk. âi do not follow orders given to me by another one. that includes vacating a place before i have a genuine wish to leave.â her fingers tap a steady rhythm, a constant beat, against the wood â the only sound in an otherwise eerily silent office space.Â
she does not count just how long silence lasts, but soon enough atropos removes her feet from the desk. âi am in generous spirits today, so your act of insubordination shall go unnoticed andï»ż i will grant you another opportunity to oblige me.â she stands up, though before he speaks, atropos lifts her hand to silence him. she is not done with him, after all. âbut allow me to remind you ofÂ ï»żthis.â the womanâs steps are determined, purposeful, as she strides toward the depowered god. her movements only come to a halt when there is barely any physical distance between them.Â
the physical proximity must be unbearable for a man like robert; it would not surprise her if he snapped. but even though atropos has to tilt her chin and look upwards to re-establish their eye contact, she is not afraid. âyou can defy me as often as you wish, but sooner or later you will realize this.â a pause. âi am the absolute fucking last woman you want to anger.â

















