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Rhys really didn't even completely remember what got him and Juliet to this point. Not this point, in a social standoff, but the point to where he hadn't seen his technical wife in over three months. That wasn't very normal. And it wasn't because he hated Juliet (well...), so... why exactly was this happening? He had little time to contemplate it, because the matter of the fact was that he was in the heat of battle, and nothing was about to make him lose his focus. Juliet would want him to reflect to weaken his offensive front, which was not going to happen.

So therefore his date was a woman he had known from the Ministry. Her name was Catherine Kruger, and what Juliet didn't (or maybe she did) know was that it had been well established in the office that dear Catherine had former always enjoyed his company, always laughed at his jokes and always offered to eat lunch with him. Of course, neither of them wanted anything to do with each other, but Juliet didn't need to know that.

Continuing to completely ignore Juliet, Rhys rested one hand over Catherine's shoulder while holding a drink in the other. Cool, calm and collected, that was what he was. It was a necessary state to accomplish while the pre-fighting was taken underway. No need to exert the big arterially until it was necessary. Juliet would steam all she wanted, but everytime they made eye contact Rhys made sure to to exude nothing but indifference.

He was good at that--- displaying one emotion on his face while feeling another. For example, a random passerby would never guess that he was actually planning Lefèvre's gruesome execution in his head once all of this was over.