Angel sashayed along the halls of Kolasi with a huge smile on her face.
Walking behind her, Ivar observed her carefully.
It was almost like the boss had sensed he had some sort of feelings towards her, hence his constant insistence on making him take her back to her room.
"Model guy?" She called in a dreamy voice, pulling him out of his head.
"It's Ivar," he corrected, and she rolled her eyes.
"I'll call you whatever I want to call you. You haven't stopped calling me princess even though there's a real princess here."
"True," he muttered with a nod of his head.
"Anyway, there's something I would have loved to talk to you about, but I'm afraid it would get back to your boss's ear. You're that loyal to him, right?"
"Right," he replied.
"Yikes. That's too bad then. I really wish you could have helped me."
Ivar opened his mouth to respond, but held himself back with a control he didn't think he had.