Who Wants to be Royalty?

Elijah's eyes widened at her words. Deal with everyone? Was she planning to get rid of him and everyone who befriended him? His hand then clawed at the leather surface of the couch he was sitting on. "Madam, I have more than thirty males in my office. Are you going to kill all of them without discrimination—?

"Shit." Elijah covered his mouth. He wasn't supposed to say that strong word like that. If Wren twisted his words, he would find himself in bigger trouble. However, it already came out of his mouth. He just gritted his teeth. "I didn't mean to say that, Madam."

"You better not." Wren laughed, but her laughter sounded more like coming from an evil creature threatening to eat him after shredding him into pieces. "I'm glad to know that you still fear me, Director… ah, no… Elijah. How about this?"