The Assassins Kill

Chapter 25- I mean business, bitch.

*Jades Pov*

"As you can see here," I point to a certain section of the floor plan, "this area is wide open, well need to have extra security here." I tap my chin, "here too."

The long conference table full of mostly large men nod in agreement, murmuring amongst themselves as if they're trying to piece it all together in their tiny brains.

"No, we usually have security in 7, 5 and 4, 6. There's no need to have security in 1, 2, and 3." A man speaks out, looking down at the copies of the arena map I had given to all of them.

"I understand, but in past years there has never been such a high demand for Julian Barleys death. Am I correct?" They all nod obediently and I continue. "1, 2, and 3 is directly in front of the stage. As Julians bodyguard and head of security, I know that his performance will take place closer there, than on the corners. Sure, we can have security where they've always been, but this year we need to be way more tight knit." I explain, smiling smugly at the fact that no one has anything to retort with.

"Well, actually," another man slightly raises his hand, making me sigh. "It would do us better to have security at 22, 23, and 24. They're right behind the stage and above, making Julian or any of the dancers or band an easier target if there were to be a sniper." I take in what he's saying, he's got a point. I'm about to agree when the first man calls out again.

"Ms. Robinson, I highly suggest you listen to us." He lets out a amused chuckle which just makes my attitude spike.

"And why is that? Mr...Dick." I hold back a laugh. Yes, his name really is Dick.

"We've been in this business for years, protecting countless A-listers. We know how this works." He states. I ball my hand up into a fist, trying to control my anger.

"You're suggesting I don't?" I question.

"Well, how long have you been doing this? A few months? Most of us in this room have been doing this for years, decades even." I raise an eyebrow.

"You honestly think Henry would hire an ammature to protect the most famous singer in the world?" I ask, genuinely curious on how stupid this guy is.

"I don't know, maybe it was a lapse in judgement." He shrugs. Henry clears his throat just as I open my mouth.

"I can assure you all Ms. Robinson is highly capable of this job. She was recommended multiple times and her resume left no doubt that Mr. Barley would be safe. She is honestly one of the best in the business." Henry says. I purse my lips together and take a deep breath.

"Now please, do your research before you accuse me of something with your tiny, incapable brain." I turn back to the screen behind me and point at another section, freezing when I hear a deep laugh.

"Ms... don't you think your being a little too emotional about this? I was simply trying to guide you into the right direction." I slowly turn around, staring the man down. I feel as though wings could sprout from behind me and fire flame out of my mouth.

"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, that I'm being too female about this, then you can hold your tongue." I warn. My head whips toward Henrys. "Henry, who is this man? And who the hell does he think he is?"

"This is Mr. Mike Litoris-Dick. He's been a security guard here for about a year now." I look back at Mike, and can't hold back my amusement anymore. A laugh explodes from my lips and everyone stares at me like I'm insane.