What infuriates her the most is that he won't even look at her—his gaze is completely fixed on the documents on his desk as if they are a thousand times more interesting than what she has to say, as if the dreary paperwork is far more worth his attention than she is.

"I can't believe you—I thought we made a promise to be honest with each other and you just went and—"

"Stop being childish," he says, flipping a page and still not looking at her, his pen raised to scribble something down. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

She cannot believe—the nerve—she storms up to his desk and slams her palms down, not caring if she upsets the neat arrangement of items in front of him. "You're calling me childish? I didn't hear you saying that when I was completely dominating you—"

"Are you done yet?" he interrupts, voice bored.

She gapes at him, unable to process that he is just completely blowing her off like she means nothing, like his betrayal means absolutely nothing. Hurt wells up in her chest and she jabs a finger in his face, trying to hold back another childish wave of anger. "I trusted you!"

He finally raises his eyes to hers, and his expression is more tired than anything else. "For fuck's sake, Petra," he says with a weary sigh. "It was just a card game."


Bet you all saw it coming, huh?