You weren’t usually one to stick your nose where it didn’t belong. Especially in your line of work. But when you overheard Helga gossiping about the new guy, you couldn’t help but be a little curious. Apparently, this was the man who had completely messed with the Carnivore Program.

As you walked down to where they were keeping him, you let a few of Helga’s more... colorful comments slip from your mind. You weren’t given many details—just that you should stay out of his way. But, well, staying out of the way had never been your strong suit.

The quiet click of your heels must have caught his attention. Stanley stood up, expecting someone else. He’d been waiting for a bottle of wine, which clearly wasn’t coming anytime soon.

He glanced over his shoulder, the morning light catching on his earring. His eyes narrowed when he saw you.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.