It had been 4 hours since she'd last spoken.

She must have thought i was serious about the silence.

Well I couldn't blame her especially especially when i mentioned the subject of speaking 3 times in our last conversation.

I'd made it clear 3 times how i wanted her to be quiet yet we were alone now and so far she hadn't embarrassed me at all in any way.

I didn't like the silence I decided.

"You know you can speak now".

She just glared at me with that same caged animal intensity.

"I'm giving you my permission. Speak".

"I have nothing to say to you".

"You just did. Come now speak a little more".

"I am not a lowly dog that follows a set of commands."

"Look perhaps I was bit too harsh when it came to the matter of speaking. I'll make it a new rule, if no one is in the office and we're all alone in here you are more than welcome to speak freely".

" That's Awfully decent of you".

There was that same harsh edge of sarcasm in her voice.

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or you're being truly genuine".

"It's neither, I'm merely being polite".

"Oh so you do have manners after all.

What a surprise. I admit I prefer it over your sarcasm and your over all rudeness towards me. I find it quite refreshing actually. You should do it more often."

She did not engage with me, she tightened her jaw which made her lips white with tension.

"Oh come now I'm not too keen on having a conversation with myself."

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"I'm not asking to discuss philosophy with you. I'm just asking for you to have a conversation with me. It's really quite simple. I ask you a question, you awnser and then you ask me a question and I awnser back.

For instance i could ask you what you're favorite color is and you would name it. and you'd tell me why. Then I'd tell you mine and i would explain why. Let's begin".

"Its red if you must know. Look why do you care?"

"No that's incorrect, you forgot to tell me why."

"There's no reason, i just like the color because it suits me."

"Well that's better but I've noticed that red is a rather angry color."

"Maybe that's why it suits me".

"See we're making more progress already.

Since you didn't ask me I'll be more than happy to tell you my favorite color is purple.

I like it because its a symbol of royalty.

Many great rulers from ages past have worn that color to represent their vast wealth and power."

"So it makes you feel powerful?"

"Yes in a way it does. I also find it as a way of paying tribute to those the great rulers and leaders that have come before me in Earth's history."

"Sounds noble enough but it also makes you sound rather conceited".

"Oh i was wondering when the insults would begin again. It's nice to see you haven't lost your vivacity."

"I wasn't being vivacious i was just being honest."

"Veracity has it's place. After all honesty is the best policy, so I've heard.

Yet honesty in certain situations can be taken as rude and in some cases it can even prove to be dangerous. Remember that the next time you decide to speak your mind."

I realized i had skipped breakfast and it was already way past noon.

So ordered I food which was delivered to my office on a silver trolley.

She had a fearful expression and her eyes trembled slightly with apprehension.

She stared at the trolley of food as if were a giant poisonous cobra.

"Oh how rude of me. You must be absolutely famished. Do help yourself".

"No. I'm not hungry".

She glumly mumbled in response.

"Strange you should say that especially after you skipped breakfast."

"I'm still not hungry". Her voice was dark and the tone sounded greatly disturbed by something.

"Oh come now it's not poisoned. I'll eat first if that makes you feel better".

I took a few bites but she still wasn't convinced.

"It's not poison that concerns me".

"Then what concerns you exactly?"

"That food has been tampered with".

"Tampered with what?"

"I'm not sure exactly but it has some sort of drug in it".

"Oh please give me a break. What reason would i have to drug you?"

"Its not you I'm worried about, its the others".

"Could you be anymore vague? What others?"

"Your superiors, the servants, it could be anybody out there."

"What reason would these others want to tamper with the food? I mean what do they get out of it".

"Control, control over your mind. If it's poison it could be out of jealousy for your position and power. Someone could be tampering with the food for the mere purpose of getting you out of the way and taking your position for themselves."

"That's a rather morbid thought. You sound so certain of yourself. You sound so sure and confident as if what your telling me is a fact."

"It is a fact."

"Is it a fact you can prove?"

"I don't have to prove anything to you. You can prove it to yourself".

"Oh yes let's speak in riddles now.

How do i prove something to myself?"

"All you need is a microscope".

"Oh well that makes more sense. I actually happen to have one at home.

Alright I'll play along with this little game of yours. It should be rather amusing , entertaining even but if you are incorrect in your assumptions I'll warn you i will not be in a pleasant mood".

"If what i say ends up being untrue you can torture me all you want."

"I wouldn't go that far but there should be some kind of consequence for lying to me.

We'll worry about that later."