***Man, this is gonna be fun... I'm still not fully recovered yet, so if my writing is a bit off, just tell me and I'll fix it later. I passed out cold only about two hours ago...***
Jordan
He huffed, turning away and going into the kitchen. He started throwing something together for his dinner. "Who said I wanted your thanks and gifts?" he snarled.
She was patient as she followed him, leaning against the door frame and watching him, her slightly seductive smile never faltering. "Jordachko, it is customary in my country to give gifts to friends and co-workers... Would you have me break a tradition?"
He lifted an eyebrow at her. "What did you call me?"
"Jordachko. It is a name of affection."
He growled, looking away again. He pushed those comments aside; best not to let it anger him, and then he could focus better. "You hid things from me. Why didn't you tell me the whole truth, about these damn orb things? If I'm to do my best and get you what you want, then why the secrets? That only hinders me and my progress."
