Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. Viv had always been so careful, so careful to never get involved in the business side of things... she was being treacherous enough already by sleeping with Slater. If she ended up privy to any information relating to Harry, the conflict of interests would become a full scale war. The stakes would be higher, and she would have to choose a side. Did she remain loyal to Harry, tell him what they were planning? Or did she keep quiet, thus betraying him to a somewhat sticky end, if this man was suggesting what she thought she was suggesting?
Her hand slipped, and she pricked her finger with the needle. Wincing, she brought the finger up to her mouth, glancing up at the men in front of her. 'Please ask me to leave, please, please', was all she could think. If she left, she was blameless. She was ignorant.