There was the slightest stiffening to his shoulders when he made up his mind to defy her recommendations. To any regular person it would have been completely unnoticeable... to Ona it was a slap in the face. They were meant to be a team. She hadn't sent him out to conduct the interviews just for him to waste both their time. Suddenly his offer seemed less charitable and more controlling. Subconsciously she reached over and took the fancy coffee that he'd given her and dropped it bluntly off the end of the desk in to the waiting waste basket. She would not be buttered up like this little floozy of a girl was doing to him. She could not be bought. She had a purpose here.

A couple more times he would hear the earpiece click on just long enough for the order to be repeated: [color=a187be]"Terminate the interview."[/color] After that it merely fell silent and heavy with the fact that Ona was watching them... sitting there behind the glass in her own steaming cage of building anger and frustration. In the outfit she wore today her mood would perhaps look somewhat comical; one of those things that you know you're meant to look away from but simply can't peel your eyes off. 

Ms. Boulanger on the other hand was more than happy to oblige the continued attention. She was sweet and bubbly, and perhaps slightly flirty. The more the spoke the less demand seeped in to her voice and the more casual her conversation seemed. Perhaps she was genuine. Perhaps Jules was just a good, comfortable conversationalist for her... but Ona saw a manipulative child playing on the edge of pedophilia to bend Jules to her will. Finally she'd seen enough and she abruptly removed her headset, firmly setting it down just hard enough that it screeched a high pitched squeal in Jules's ear before going silent again. Ona pushed off from the desk and stood, leaving her tiny prison through the door to the hallway so as not to be seen by Jules and his pet as she headed towards the waiting room to personally collect their next candidate.