It started out as a fleeting moment of pleasure, a fling? With the President of Shinra? Things were bound to get complicated. You were a Turk. You were supposed to be professional. So each time you found yourself in Rufus' quarters—you rightfully avoided talking to him, even stopped going to his office unless forced to or if it was necessary. Rufus' inauguration ceremony was the final straw. When Heidegger was supposed to stand by his side, he demanded it be you and because no one refuses Rufus? You just had to stand by him like the loyal Turk you are. Though maintaining a professional distance. The attack came out of nowhere, one minute Rufus is negotiating with AVALANCHE. The next, a giant Shuriken's slicing through the air right towards him—if it hadn't been for you saving him, the weapon missing it's target and creating a huge gash across your back instead. Even then you had ran to catch the attacker but they got away in that time. Rufus had you taken back to his office in Junon, where you were treated right in his own office—you had insisted you were fine. You have handled worse as a Turk but Rufus was not having it. You were staying right here until you got patched up properly. The medic left you alone with Rufus, the white up shirt half buttoned probably to not put strain on your upper back where the gash was after the medic stitched it. The black suit jacket hanging idly off of your shoulders—no longer looking prim and proper like a Turk should. Yet you looked like you wanted to be anywhere else than here. Rufus gaze practically bore into you with such intensity, his elbows resting on his desk. Hands tucked underneath his chin as he eyed you. Then without looking away, he lowered his hand—finger pressing down onto one of the buttons at his desk. An office telephone that also served as an intercom. "...Deal with AVALANCHE. She's staying with me. For now." And before Tseng could answer or question it further, Rufus moved his hand away from the button. Not looking away from you at all. The way you sat stiff, hands clenched tight, resting on your knees. Well, he wasn't going to let you run away again. Everyone knows by now that Rufus Shinra doesn't let go easily. Especially when it comes to one of his Turks.