"I am busy, what is it?" Wayne drawled, going to take a sit in the corner of the room.
"I have been trying to talk to you for over a week now, but you keep rebuffing me with the same response "I am busy, let's talk later," she mimicked.
He let out an exasperated sigh "Okay, I do not have a lot of time right now. I am here, you may speak."
You may speak.
How annoying, like she needed his permission to speak or express herself. She was not here to beg his permission; she was here to cut a deal. A smooth negotiation at best, and a rough haggle at worst.
"I wanted to speak to you about something," she began.
When he saw her pause, he waved her on impatiently.
"You actually owe me a wish and I am here to collect on it," she stated.
She saw his eyes narrow in a suspicious appraisal, then
