Oliver Burton

Perhaps he should have known better that Miya would have not have handled this well, his meddling. To be fair, it was simply a phone call on his part, it hardly took much at all to call in and find out that there was something amiss. It was like a domino effect, those pieces falling simultaneously one after the other that then resulted in Miya finally getting the promotion that she was surely owed. The woman clearly had paid her dues and was shown nothing for it. All it took was for her to grab those packaged desserts from his offered hands and moving further into the apartment to pull out the delicious smelling salmon. That scent assaulting his nostrils which made it so easily for that were to get swept away in his own voracious hunger. A hunger much akin to that polar bear that dwelled just beneath his skin. He may have enjoyed watching her flit around the kitchen with a practiced ease as he trained his gaze upon her, remaining at his station at that door. What he hadn't expected was to be pelted with such rage.. It caught him off guard, that immediate shift in her demenour. You see, Oliver hardly saw his meddling as anything but just so it was no surprised that he was taken aback by this ire directed at him. His actions, in his opinion justified.. merely trying to right a wrong in an unjust situation, he hardly enforced it even though he could have, throwing his weight with his connections was nothing short of easy. Yet, he practiced a bit of control. At the end of it all, Miya earned that promotion she was so unfairly denied for herself. She sliced across that room like a veritable blade tossed with trained ease toward him, stalking toward him poking him firmly in the chest. He merely watches her as she combusts before him at first, needing to cling to his own composure. His expression indifferent as that inner predator and man hardly appreciated this kind of reprimand. He couldn't lose it, not in front of a mortal.. things would get very messy...

How his lack of response seemed to emblazon her further.. She was so upset blinded by her own fury and yet why had she placed her hands upon him? Her hand placed firmly upon that hard surface of his chest, her hand so small in comparison to the massive man she tries to take on. His own irritation started to build as a frown etched through his own resolve. He nearly growled at her, that inner animal within him wanting to put her in her place. He seemed to struggle with this very thought, wanting nothing more than to place her against that wall and show her just who she dealt with. It was hardly rational and yet that domineering personality so struck firmly within his very core, resonating through him.. That hunger... only serving to fuel him so. It was then when she finished her assault that he questioned her. His voice like sharp cold ice, his own body nearly shuddering with the internal war waged against his own teetering resolve. She so bravely looks him in the eye in that moment, so much as narrowing her eyes at him.

That good-natured Oliver no longer present. Her words stammering out to respond to it. She seemed taken aback and he seizes that ground, after all, he was nothing short of cut throat in his own business and all aspects of his life. The man taking nothing from no man.. He drew in a steadying breath, her gaze hardly faltering beneath that heavy weight of his stare. He watches her go through her emotions like a stop motion film, one after another until that rage was obliterated as fast as it had come. Such a short fuse, easily snuffed out. She looks away, that inner bear taking that as submission which only seems to placate that edge that assaulted him. A sigh soon parts from the petite woman that dared to have him nearly pinned to the door behind him. He ran his fingers through his hair in a bid to regain his own control. Within the presence of a mortal he couldn't risk himself losing it. She was far too fragile to withstand him. Her explanation seemed unsurprising, she was a pretty woman and they so often were subjected to that bias. "That explains it.. you think that treatment should be allowed to stand? You should be allowed to turn down whomever you want. That is your prerogative. I would not let that stand in my office and it certainly shouldn't stand in a hospital, where professionalism is vital." Although that story was curious in itself, perhaps one she would elaborate on. She allowed her hand to drop hugging herself. "It wasn't my intention to offend you." He admits, his lips taking on a grim line. He was fully prepared to leave, not wanting to ruin her own celebration of that promotion. It was hardly his intention and it had blown up spectacularly in his face. He had never been talked to in that manner before, no one would dare it.

What he hardly expected was that apology.. how quickly her demeanor seemed to shift. He hadn't seen anything like it, nor did he anticipate it. It nearly gave him whiplash. It was that embarrassment that seems to wash over her that made him peer at her. "Think nothing more of it Miya.. But you need to know, you got that job. I maybe just brought that attention to the possibly foul play. You owe me nothing." He said firmly, shaking his head as her eyes once more settle upon him. He didn't dare bring up the fact that he felt bad for how poorly she was treated, he suspected it would have backfired. "You are not wrong in being untrusting in people, there are a lot of people out there with ulterior motives. I can assure you I have none. I have nothing to gain." He spoke those words simply.

"Maybe your instincts are telling you something?" He peered at her almost tempting fate in that very moment, his voice lacking that humour. "But if you insist... But I need to forewarn you I have the appetite of.. well.. a bear." Those nutmeg eyes seemed to glint then, knowing there was far to more truth to that statement than met first appearances. He really should have turned around and went home, there was no way this could end well. He noticed those red cheeks, practically a blur as she scurried off to return with two wine glasses and a corkscrew. She seemed light on her toes, she hardly waited for Oliver to answer, pouring him a glass. She brings that glass along with a guilt-ridden face that even he couldn't say no to. He feigned a sigh before removing his shoes in a polite fashion that he would do without thinking in his own home. "You drive a tough bargain Miya.." He plucks that glass from her, before entering that room.. "What kind is it? I know a little bit about wine.. I invest in a vineyard in the country.. Hmm.. so if your having salmon... is it a pinot noir?" She questioned curiously, before tasting it upon his tongue as though to see to that answer himself.