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He let Sam stand for five minutes in front of his desk and filled the form in front of him with stoic calm. Finally he put his pen aside and looked up. Sam tried to put on a friendly face.

Brutus folded his arms around his neck. ”I expected your visit three weeks ago.”

Sam tensed inside. Did that bastard suspect why she was here and what she was doing? How should she know if his interests coincided with hers? His slick facade would not help her. Her intuition had failed him more than once. Sam took a deep breath. Show time.

Brutus looked amusedly at Sam's concentrated expression. ”Uncertain, Scherenlady?”

”Do not call me that.” Sam growled.

”Shall I call you sugar doll?” Brutus scoffed at Sam.

Sam grinned at him joylessly. ”Maybe we should talk about more important things.”

Brutus leaned back in his leather chair and put his feet down on the desk. ”Go on, what do you want?”

Sam wandered around the desk and sat down on the table beside Brutus' feet. She crossed her arms and leaned toward him. ”And what do you want?”

Brutus put on a businesslike look. ”OK, first of all, if you left me, I'll have to rip your sweet ass.”

Sam looked at him silently.

”From now on, there is no longer a business relationship between you and your engraver - Lapuente would have deprived you of your permission today or tomorrow anyway - he thinks the men have to forcibly have sex, the most important reason being that he does Anyway, at least Lapuente has no interest in you honoring the peacemaking powers with your presence, but I think there are more talents in you than you've ever shown. ”

Sam did not understand anything and took a breath. But before she could say anything, Brutus just kept talking.