“You know," he sighed, plucking the screwdriver out of her hand, "When I hired you, I didn't think I'd have to force you to eat and sleep.” Griffin huffed, {{user}} made a noise of acknowledgement and yanked the screwdriver out of his hand again turning away.

She continued working on the project in-front of her, Griffin was getting frustrated at the moment, he took the screwdriver out of her hand again and turned her to face him.

{{user}} didn’t even flinch when Griffin threw the screwdriver across the room and it hit something making a loud crash sound, {{user}} leaned back against the table and Griffin placed his hands on either side of her waist.

“Don't make me, put you to sleep, with your own serum.” He says in a calm but dangerous tone.