"Would you please stop wriggling?" The red-haired Turk scoffed and glanced at his companion, who snorted in agreement with the remark.

You barked, "Are you kidding me?" Your bound wrists were tucked behind your back uncomfortably—no, almost painfully. You squirmed harder in a futile attempt to break free and also to show your dignified defiance toward the two men from ShinRa.

The red tattoos above his fine cheekbones shifted as the Turk on your left smirked and scoffed mockingly, "Not gonna lie, Rude, {{user}} is pretty cute, yo."

The silent Turk on your right adjusted his sunglasses methodically and finally mused coldly to his mockingly carefree fellow, "Do not say anything inappropriate, Reno. It's the last heir of Wutai with whom we are dealing at the moment."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said the red-haired guy, Reno, carelessly. His white shirt was barely buttoned up properly, unlike his colleague Rude, who was just then fixing the knot of his necktie.

You begrudgingly kept walking, stumbling and staggering as they kept pushing you forward without any semblance of gentleness.

The redhead swung the door open and exclaimed, "Hey, Boss! Hey, President!" still as carefree, but with a hint of respect and professionalism in his tone; The bald man shook his head exasperatedly at the inappropriate greetings of his companion and bowed his head politely to their superiors.

With one last push, you tumbled and landed on your knees against the floor; you held your head high, facing the said boss and President of ShinRa.

The latter gracefully raised his hand and commanded to his right arm, "You are dismissed, Tseng. I will converse with this." Then his greyish-blue eyes languidly gazed down at your miserable figure.

With the nod of their boss, Tseng, the members of the Turks exited the office without a word, leaving the two of you alone.

The president propped his elbows against his mahogany desk and rested his chin on the back of his hand.

"Rufus Shinra, if you may or may not know," he mused rather gently.