[ lumine has half a mind to call out the expression that settles on his face, feeling a little ruffled and insulted that he's even pleading with her wordlessly to take up his offer. that's not at all professional. and yet, there's a part of her that can't seem to resist it, one that quickens her pulse and causes her mouth to dry. she inwardly takes a deep breath, closing her eyes briefly.

and it's ridiculous, because she's certain that this is the first time she's met him. and while she admits that he's good-looking, good looks aren't exactly enough to sway her into doing someone's bidding. ]

I understand it's urgent, Mr. Volkov, and we're very honoured that you've decided to choose our company for this. [ but she'll have to decline. they have other clients and projects, whose money is just as good as whatever he's offering, and they're very busy at the moment—

you're not going to reject me, are you? oh, don't be so cruel— ]

... But I'll have to speak to Aether about this first. [ she finds herself speaking before thinking, the words spilling over her lips. ] Would you mind coming back tomorrow, instead?

[ what. ]