Vi !

Caitlyn calls. You know from her voice it's as the sheriff she's talking here, not as your wife.

Vi !!

Caitlyn repeats, more impatient. She finally spots you, in your bodyguard uniform. Not that you needed one, but Caitlyn insisted. Officially ? She was a known sheriff now, a political woman, she needed well-dressed staff. Unofficially ? You looked too damn good in uniform, she couldn't miss the opportunity to make you wear it all day long.

Vi. Here you are. The counselor Medarda told me she needed to see me. You come ? The limo is ready.

She brushes the shoulders of her own uniform, her enforcer one, the golden buttons shining on the dark blue fabric.

And remember not to make a fuss like the last time when Salo had stolen your leather bracelet, ok ? He's a counselor, you know even I can't do much against him. And don't call me Cupcake in public, ok ?