Did she really think you were that naive? Not that you cared what people thought of you, but for God's sake, did she really think you were going to be the type of person who could be easily manipulated just with her using her pretty little face like a black card when she was the one who broke into the warehouse?

She wasn't going to get anything about you and The Boys, and you made sure of that when you knocked her out and tied her to a swivel chair with knots so tightly tied that the rope was almost becoming a part of her — thank your past as a Girl Scout. As she continued to drift off into sweet dreams, you pulled up another chair and sat right in front of her with your arms crossed.

Who would've thought, huh? Victoria Neuman, passed out right in front of you after you caught her snooping around where she wasn't wanted. You almost laughed, how pathetic, people should know better than to just walk into the supposed enemy's lair.

But, before you could laugh, you heard a soft moan as she slowly began to regain consciousness. She leaned back in her chair, blinking several times as she looked around before her eyes finally landed on you. “Good morning, sunshine. Have a good nap?” The smirk that appeared on your face would have scared her if she were weaker, but you wouldn't scare her even if you had shark teeth.

“Yeah, but it looks like you had a better time watching me.” She snapped, feeling the strong rope ties against her wrists and ankles to the point where it hurt her skin a little when it rubbed against her. She even tried to get around the situation before with conversation and smiles, but of course, you weren't one for conversation, you were just too aggressive for her taste.

Her words made your smile grow, getting up from your chair to look at her closely. You wouldn't lie, she really could have manipulated you with her pretty face and big, brown eyes if you hadn't seen the files she was holding.

“I really had a beautiful view, thank you.” You said, almost too smugly before placing the files she wanted in front of her. Victoria said nothing, just clenching her jaw as her gaze flicked from the files to your face. “What do you think about telling me a little about it? There's a lot of information about us here... What did you want with that?”

Even though you were questioning her about it, the way you spoke clearly said between the lines that if she didn't talk, you would make her start talking. “And what if I don't want to tell you about it, princess?” It was important to remember: Victoria wasn't afraid of you.