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Club music blared around me, the strobe lights were disorientating but nothing could take away from my laser focus. Nothing could distract me.
Well, almost nothing.
Spotting a familiar head of blonde hair in the crowd, I waded towards her. She was prettier when she was too intoxicated to care about appearences, but that wasn't what drew me into her.
It was the fact that she was here when she was supposed to be running an errand for me.
"Kathryn?" I called louder than the music entering her ears.
She spun around, shocked and fearful. All pretenses dropped to the floor, quite like her underwear. My eyebrows scruched together in disgust, which I hoped she could read despite the atrocious lighting.
"S-sir, I uh, I-"
My gaze narrowed, tone flat, "How's that work with Simon going Kathryn. Did you get his take on the proposal?"
She started shaking. Leaf-like and pale, she stuttered out something and I felt the headache build behind my right eye. A headache I'd been experiencing everyday for the last four months since she opened her lying mouth.
"Just shut up Kathy. You're fired."
Her whole face fell, but I didn't pay it much mind. I didn't really care to look at her for too long. If anything, the whole interaction had taken more time than I had allocated.
Pushing past the throng, I weasled my way to the backdoor. Struggling with the latch, I pried it open. No one noticed as I slipped out the back, all far more preoccupied by the girls dancing on stage.
Gently touching the gun under my trenchcoat, I fingered the trigger. Anticipation built up in my body like lactic acid in muscle cells.
I was thrumming with... something. Something nameless flooded my body. Something destructive.
