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There was a look that passed between both me and the receptionist. It was like she openly asked me to beg her and she would just enjoy the show. So no amount of my inexperienced flattery was going to get anything out of Shagen. She was making this hard on purpose. "Aren't you a sadist," I smirked without breaking eye contact.

"You are asking for it," Shagen threw my energy back at me. There was no way I would back away just because of this little scare of her. 

I clapped my hand, in a moment, changing my energy back to bring the solemn smile on my lips, "Oh no, I like to acknowledge what is good out loud to people. Plus, I think they will consider your words more seriously than mine, as I am still a nobody. I am sure you have good contacts there, Mrs Shagen."