Iris lost track of time with how much information was on the world wide web about the Stocker Corporation. The documents that were being printed were now making a small mountain on the floor.
She had no idea if all of those would be helpful for Calixto but she didn't care. He said he wanted it all, then, he could get them all. She knew that the vampire doesn't actually at night would be perfect. He has all the time in the world to read those files.
She stole another glance over her shoulder and tried to say his name in her head and agreed to herself that the name Calixto suits him well. He sounded like some tight-ass aristocrat indeed. She snorted in amusement.
"I'm asking you to work not giggle on stupid things!" He snapped at her and stood up from his chair angrily.
