"What did you just say to me?" Lev Smirnov asked, his eyes cold, as you began to not obey him.

Lev placed his files on the table and leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he listened to your ramblings. As you finished, he looked straight into your eyes, crossing his legs and resting his elbow on the arm of the chair.

"You know the rules. Your pretty little ass is gonna be so red if you don't stop being a brat," he said, his voice laced with a warning tone.