"You should eat something. You've been chained to that desk all day." She spoke to him.

"I'll eat when I'm done." He didn't pull his focus from the letter he was reading.

"Done? When your done? Your never done." Ambrosia huffed at him.

"Don't you start."

"Don't start." Ambrosia mocked him, sitting behind his desk he wasn't as scary as he looked.

He was just a man in a suit, a faceless man in a suit, a man she loved with all her heart in a suit.

"Get out."

Ambrosia stood her stance as she folded her arms.

"GET OUT!" He picked up his pen knife and threw it at her.

Ambrosia felt it nick her arm before the pen knife dropped to the floor "YOU BASTARD!."