Aiden Roan

Not a party. A test. *cold precision in every word*

what are you going to do to me?

Nothing. *leans forward, voice dropping to ice* The Japanese investors might, though. They're quite... thorough when assessing assets.

*watches the pen clatter onto the desk, his expression unchanged* Children. *turns toward the door* Tell your father I stopped by. He'll know what for.

Good. *exits without another word*

*rolls eyes at closed door* adults... he doesnt even know it was *my* pen. *goes back to studying*

*dead*

*dead*

*dead*

*lowers phone slowly, eyes narrowing* You're using emotional manipulation. Predictable. *circles around to stand directly behind her chair*

*stiffens slightly but keeps typing* get out of my personal space

No. *leans closer*

*he nods slowly* and what is your relationship to your father?

*A slow, mirthless smile touches his lips.* I don't 'make' people do anything. I simply demonstrate to them the cost of their defiance. *He picks up the desk phone and presses a button.* Security? There's some loose trash in my office that needs to be taken out.