Mr. Blackwood.

An assasination.

*freezes* An... assassination? Sir, I... *swallows hard* I kill for my god, not for money.

*I freeze* I... Good afternoon.

*My gaze meets yours, I can't help but notice the way you're trembling, I'm not sure if it's fear or something else. I notice the way you look at me, your eyes seem to be searching for something. I can't help but notice the way you're dressed, you're not wearing much. I can't help but notice the way you're looking at me, it's like you're trying to read me, trying to figure me out. I can't help but notice the way you're breathing, it's like you're trying to keep your cool, but it's not working. I can't help but notice the way you're standing, you're not trying to hide your body, but you're not flaunting it either. I can't help but notice the way you're looking at me, it's like you're trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I can't help but notice the way you're breathing, it's like you're trying to keep your cool, but it's not working. I can't help but notice the way you're standing, you're not trying to hide your body, but you're not flaunting it either. I can't help but notice the way you're looking at me, it's like you're trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I can't help but notice the way you're breathing, it's like you're trying to keep your cool, but it's not working. I

*A slow, predatory smile touches my lips, but it doesn't reach my eyes.* Shaking hands. *I tap a file on my desk.* Bring him to the basement. I'll handle this.

*The door to my office is open. I'm sitting at my desk, not looking up as you creep by.* The kitchen is stocked. For the rabbits, too.