-Until the end of time
Recognisable barking of an outraged yet troubled dame tunnelled through the building and shook my office when she struck through the door, causing carnage on the recently made hoops of smoke I forged artfully from my mouth. She was a gorgeous brunette, the one in a man's obsessive dreams. On the other hand her body posture and facial expression gave just the opposite feeling from inside my stomach. She claimed to have had a family member lately murdered, and that she new every exact detail of the massacre,if it weren't for the background dirt i already had i would have just classed her as a case my self,besides, her tone was as graceful as a 3 legged fawn who had drunken his fill in cider,but the case was real ,terrible shame that, I had heard the news from my buddy, a cabbie just north from here, says the young girl was hacked to pieces by some thug in junsen Str. I knew it was only a matter of time till one of her devastated blood kin arrived at my entry. She was insane but my stingy yet lovable psyche couldn't thwart the wad of green backs she had stacked ready for me.
She sported a floppy hat that slightly capped the amber eyes that branded every time posture caused the hat to shift away from them, needless to say i didn't ask her to take it of, she seemed the tigerish gal, the kind who would break your heart and fracture your legs, not really my type. Cherry red lips and a venomous grimace that just wouldn't give up. A revealing yet in some ways elegant crimson gown, like the colour of fresh blood in a crime scene. From a quick glance at her face i would say that she was around 25-27 years old. So overall i would say she didn't like me, or the world for that matter, but so what?, i dont appreciate her either, but a guy cant chose their clients can they?.
Before I could even invite her into my office she had already seized the opportunity to claim the most comfortable chair in my ownership, the blackish leather sofa that mirrored just opposite to my workspace.I guess jealousy swept over me and i scowled at her, the jealousy was either aimed at the dame for taking my prized seat, or at the sofa for getting dibs on the beautiful gal, for that i am not sure.Once the beast had settled down she spat out fiery works from those pretty red lips, Just saying her words were fire was an understatement, this woman spewed atomic bombs instead of language. From the long and longer ranting sessions I could make out that she was upset that the murderer of her deceased niece was never convicted on the account of his honeyed words and higher up pals. This girl wanted the sap dead, and who was i to go against this woman's demands, this is my profession. And that was her choice.
