Enemies And Lovers?
They fight all the time, teeth and nails. How can it be that their also irreversibly in love with the other, not that they'd admit that.
She was Lloyds Sushine, but she was also his Headache.
His Lethal Woman!
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"What do you wanna do?", Suzanne asked her boss in the dimly lit bathroom, after he just had a tiny outbreak, taking it out on the soap dispenser.
"What we should of done from the start", he answered her snarkly.
"No, no! Absolutely not", Suzanne shut the idea down with despair.
"You had your shot", Carmichael said nonchalantly, shrugging his suit jacket back on.
"Lloyd Hansen and Gwen Fowler are sociopaths", Suzanne diagnosed them.
"You say it like it's a bad thing", Carmichael exhaled, fixing his cuff links.
"It's a dangerous thing!", she retaliated.
"They have methods", Carmichael continued on.
"Sociopathic methods", she argued back.
"So sit on them. These guys have a higher kill count, not even combined, solo, then the entire Mossad", Carmichael spoke up to get his point across, also to show whose in charge here.
"I don't need Lloyd and Gwen stable", he turned to her. "I need them effective!"
"Sir, having even just one of them is madness, but two and together, that's catastrophic", Suzanne tried to get him to reason with her.
"We need both of them", Carmichael shrugged.
"You know how they are together", Suzanne was tactically pleading. "If their not practically having sex in front of everyone their trying to murder each other."
"So do you want me to supply extra bullets or asparagus?", Carmichael joked.
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Electricity crackled around the room, the muffled shouts from the nameless man in the chair following shortly after.
"Should we try again?", the smooth voice of Lloyd questioned as he circled the guy strapped down to the chair.
"No!", his muffled yells pleaded.
"Boring", Lloyd drawled, the prisoner whimpering that turned to a yell as Lloyd pressed the remote to electrocute him.
Lifting his finger from the button he leant down to the face of the man in the chair, the things that you'd put to boot start a car were in the guys mouth.
"Mostly, it's loss which teaches us about the worth of things", Lloyd quoted to the guy. "That's Arthur Schopenhauer. He was a German philosopher, a pessimist. He saw the value in suffering."
The guy was shaking as he sobbed, scared that if he even made eye contact with Lloyd that he'd get shocked again.
His prayers were answered as a phone began to vibrate, the sound echoing through the room.
