Her efforts to convince him she was worthy of this position were silly. Firstly, he didn't seemed to really care what she did despite engaging her in this conversation; secondly, he'd spent most of the conversation offering little more than fear-mongering; and thirdly, he wasn't her boss, nor was his name going to who she listed as a reference at her next position once the research was completed.
She could not, however, shake the desire to prove herself nonetheless—he was a MacFusty, and he was her boss' brother. Though it was unlikely, ill words from Mr. Jamie could see her cast to out onto the streets once more!
"I suppose Mr. MacFusty will have me with someone who can handle me," she taunted with her brows raised once more. "I'm a bit of a wildcard, you know—probably more difficult to handle than those dragons." It was obvious that her words were no more serious than light banter. For a man who claimed to be so rough and tough, he seemed so...disinterested.
(And not very MacFusty-ish, she thought. He had to have a little spark in him just to function.)
She could not, however, shake the desire to prove herself nonetheless—he was a MacFusty, and he was her boss' brother. Though it was unlikely, ill words from Mr. Jamie could see her cast to out onto the streets once more!
"I suppose Mr. MacFusty will have me with someone who can handle me," she taunted with her brows raised once more. "I'm a bit of a wildcard, you know—probably more difficult to handle than those dragons." It was obvious that her words were no more serious than light banter. For a man who claimed to be so rough and tough, he seemed so...disinterested.
(And not very MacFusty-ish, she thought. He had to have a little spark in him just to function.)
— MJ is MAGICAL —