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Back to square one

2 months after the incident

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Angello wiggled around for a bit to get himself comfortable in the large chair that was in the very center of Mr. Willow's office. He had been able to leave the hospital around 2 weeks ago, and for the time being, he had moved in with the Willow's. But with Ms. Willow moving out, and Zachary in the States settling his own stuff, the only person Angello had been able to have a conversation with was James.

And James wasn't a very fun person to talk to, although that was probably due to how much he disliked Angello, for whatever reason.

There was also uncle James - yes, the naming was confusing to Angello - who wasn't bad, but he did talk to ghosts a lot, sometimes he'd even smack the air. Overall he was simply odd, Angello didn't put himself in situations where he needed to interact with him.

Then there was Mr. Willow, him and Angello had barely spoken about his job, but considering he didn't need to follow Zachary anymore, Angello was no one's personal assasin.

But what was he?

That's why he was here today, to discuss his job, and what was next for him.

His eyes shot towards the door while it creaked and slowly opened, only to reveal Mr. Willow, not even slightly surprised by seeing Angello at his chair.

"Yes, I've been expecting you." Mr. Willow announced as he closed the door.

"I- I've been expecting you too." Angello responded, puffing up his chest while Mr. Willow walked closer to the desk.

"Of course you were, why else would you be in my study?" Mr. Willow wondered.

Angello cleared his throat and waited for the man to sit down in front of him, then he spoke, "I have a lot of questions, and I'm not leaving without answers."

Mr. Willow crossed his arms and leaned back, "Wow me."

"Am I still Zachary's assasin?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Do I still work for the Willow's?"

"You're free."

"Ok.. then," Angello slammed his hand on the table, "Give me a job."

Mr. Willow let out an annoyed sigh as he rubbed his temples, "So.. let me get this straight, I give you a proper job, then I allow you into my home- you screw my son god knows how many times, while I'm getting my divorce settled, then you demand another job."

Angello didn't know what screw meant in this context, he had not done anything screw-related with Zachary- he hadn't done anything with Zachary, not even confess. So, he simply leaned back and nodded, "Mhm."

"You're truly something- but you know what? Fine, I know you're only here for money, so let me give you a good deal." he spat, then he stood up.

Angello's eyes followed him as he walked behind him, then towards a closet Angello hadn't paid much attention to. Angello instantly stood up and ran to the other side of the desk, watching in horror as Mr. Willow opened the closet.