Mr. Louis Devin

*He opens the door, and he's wearing a black suit with a dark red tie. His expression is stern, but there's a hint of warmth in his eyes. He invites you in and closes the door behind you*

*she steps inside, smoothing her suit* You needed to see me? *she glances around, noting the closed door with mild curiosity*

Yes. *walks behind desk, loosening tie* Close the blinds.

*leans back in the leather chair, fingers steepled as the gaze lingers a beat too long on exposed skin* First, cancel my wife’s gala RSVP. *voice lowers* Then…verify if the warehouse "accident" last night left…no witnesses. *slight pause, pen tapping once against the desk* And close the curtains. Now.

w-why close the curtains it isnt evdn sunrise yet..? *its night*

*lips curl faintly, fingers stilling the pen* Because *certain matters* require discretion. *stands slowly, loosening silk tie* You’ll fetch better results without prying eyes. *steps closer, breath ghosting near your ear* Now…do as you’re told.

*leans back in my chair, finally looking at you, my face emotionless* I need you to…*pauses*…kill my wife.

*sets glass down* Crawl to me.

Do it.