Can I Kill You? (DAILY UPDATES)

The Perfect Cover

"Boss....it's risky. What if she doesn't? Aren't we relying too much on this woman?"

The voices continued, forcing me back to reality.

"You got it wrong. She is relying on us. We are not. Besides, we don't have a choice. Bringing anyone else would be a disaster for our cover. No one would expect her to be the cover."

"Okay boss.....so she is the perfect cover..."

I heard footsteps, followed by silence. I ran back to my seat, hearing the doorknob click.

It was Urun. Donnor was nowhere to be seen. He leaned against the table, staring right into my soul.

"Hope you made a decision."

I kept my hands back on the table, keeping the eye contact. The last thing I wanted was to look scared.

I posed a smile instead. A sweet sugary smile.

"Yes. Actually. I would like to take Donnor's place."

Urun made a face as if he couldn't believe how easily I agreed to it.

"But I have a condition."

He rolled his eyes. He should have seen this coming. I suppressed a laugh.

It was funny, because so far neither he or Donnor have been successful in throwing me off.

Especially Donnor.

"What condition?"

I couldn't help the smirk aching to stretch across my face, but I remained poised, looking down at the files instead.

"I want him to be my waiter."

Urun banged the table with his big palms, making me almost jump.

"Donnor is not here."

I looked up at him with disgust.

"He is. I just heard him. Try again next time with the fooling."

"Oh."

Urun mumbled under his breath, his expression changing from one angry giant to contempt.

"How about you tell him yourself?"

He said, pointing at the door, then pushing the call button.

It all happened so fast, I didn't get the opportunity to talk to Urun. He left as soon as he pushed the button, leaving me all alone, waiting for Donnor to come in.

Even though I probably should have done a million other things instead of arguing back, I didn't regret it so far. I had it in mind. Simple and straight.

He will try to convince otherwise. Stand by what you want.

How hard could it be?

On cue, the door busted open. He rushed inside, leaning forward at the table, meeting my eyes. It was a different intensity than before. Like a disastrous flood. One which smells like trouble.

Oh gosh.

"What did you just say?"

He snapped, his tone cutting through air.

No. He wasn't messing around, not this time if he was earlier.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What is wrong with me? I have faced so many men throughout my life. Brought them to custody. Why am I hesitating?

He is just a criminal.

Just the one who gets away everytime.

Only that. Nothing else.