"Let's have a talk now. Shall we?"
Xavier leaned back slightly, adjusting the cuff of his jacket. "Oh, yes." He glanced at his watch, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "I've got an appointment in two hours, so let's make it quick. And please, Yelena, get to the point. I know you like to play around, but maybe some other day."
"Sure." She huffed, irritation flickering through her tone. "I'm not free either, you know? I am one of the heirs of the Red family — a direct descendant. And the Red family owns what most of the world runs on."
Xavier tilted his head, lips curling. "What, energy and sex?"
Her eyes widened. "No!" she snapped, almost hissing.
He chuckled and leaned back further. "Then stop wasting my time with family introductions. If you've got something real to say, say it. Otherwise, I'll go back to my table and win another few million while you're still thinking of words."
