"It's just an ordinary job at Faulkner Investment," Ruediger shrugged, mirth dancing in his emerald eyes, "How about you? If I'm not mistaken, you're a doctor at Avalocare, aren't you?"
Scoffing, Alaric answered condescendingly, "Yes. You're lucky to see me tonight. I'm usually busy."
Despite his patronizing nature, no one could deny Alaric's stellar skills as a surgeon. Countless patients wanted to be under his care, especially the ones who could afford his service.
"Oh," Ruediger arched his brows, seemingly intrigued by Alaric's remarks, "A doctor is surely busy. Your schedule is usually full, isn't it?"
A smirk was drawn on Alaric's lips. Staring at Ruediger, his thought about the crimson-haired man was plain obvious on his face.
Alaric viewed Ruediger far beneath him.
"Yes, very busy. You know what, I have..."
His voice steady, Ruediger swiftly cut the rest of Alaric's words.
