Snippet #2046814

After ordering an expensive vase, pricier than the one that had been broken, Raz left the office and returned to the main room. She was happy to see that most of the Seekers had gone off to their own rooms and weren't goofing off and breaking more things. Once the remaining Seekers caught sight of her and her sour face they finished what they were doing quickly and made excuses to leave. She sank down into one of the plush chairs and let out a sigh, glad to be alone after such a ridiculous day, she closed her eyes. Not five seconds later she felt two hands clamp down on her shoulders and she jumped, attempting to twist around and see the person but the hands pressed her down harder into the chair. "Hey you," came an all familiar voice that she had come to hate. "Gregory." she hissed and squirmed under his weight. He made hushing sounds, so close to her ear she got shivers down her spine. "You need to relax baby, you're so stressed all the time." Greg chuckled and began to massage her shoulders. If Greg wasn't so annoying and creepy, Raz would have admitted it felt good, but as circumstances were she was getting angrier by the second.

"Remove your hands before I break them." she threatened. Greg did as he was told, but then he perched himself on arm of the chair she was seated at, so his chest was at her face level and he was leaning in close and looking down at her. "So I was thinking, after The Hunt, The Redbird, 8 o'clock, you and m-" Raz cut him off by shoving him hard in the chest and sending him sprawling on the ground. Greg took a moment to recover, standing and rubbing the arm he fell on with a hurt expression on his face. "So is that a yes... or..." She sent him a look that could freeze an ocean and he silently stalked away. "When is The Seeker coming home?" she asked aloud. "Greg always behaves himself better when The Seeker is around." she complained and rolled her shoulders back.