Chapter 15: A deal with a devil?
"W-What?" He stuttered and Cass sighed.
"Come on Byron. Use your head. What use would I have for a rival spy? If you want to remain near your precious Sam, you're going to have to do something for me." Cass grinned at him devilishly and Byron swallowed. He moved back until he wasn't on his hands and knees and was instead on just his knees on the floor.
"W-What kind of things?" Byron asked and Cass' grin widened.
"Well, I've been given a...task of sorts. To complete it, I am going to need far more information than I currently have, even after my memory returns. I won't require you to put yourself in danger all the time. Sometimes it could be just hanging around in cleaning rooms or places where bigwigs like myself don't realise their dirty laundry is quite literally being aired." Byron's eyes were wide, his hands shaking from where they rested on his knees.
Byron licked his lips, wetting them before he spoke. Cass could tell he was sweating. He wondered if it was because this was a hard choice for him, or if he was afraid of what would happen to him if he said no.
"So...you aren't looking for particular information?" He asked and Cass laughed.
"I never said that. I just gave you a suggestion of one of the jobs you could be doing while searching for information for me." Cass replied and Byron took a shaky breath in.
"Are you...going to ask for more from me?" He asked and Cass stared at him blankly.
"Like what, Byron? What do you have going through that head of yours?" Byron's face flushed.
"W-Well, normally people of status who find out others' sexuality uh, hold it over their heads." Cass' eyes went wide as he realised what Byron was suggesting. Cass threw his head back and laughed.
Maybe a bit too hard for Byron's ego, but Cass couldn't help it.