"I thought you said no contact till further notice," Scott frowns as he steps into Royce's apartment, "did something happen?"
"I don't know, did something happen?" Royce retorts, a crossed look on his face, blowing on a Cuban cigarette, looking directly into Scott's eyes.
Scott's heart thuds, his lips part slightly. His brain does a quick scan of recent events to see if there's been any slip ups in his duty but he can't identify any.
"You know I'm always straight with you, if I did something wrong, you can just tell me," he says, his voice full of caution and a tinge of terror.
He more than anyone knows how vicious it is to get on Royce's bad side.
"Sit," Royce points to the couch opposite him, his eyes never leaving Scott, "guess who I found at one of our hotspots last ni
