Meeting Innocence

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I walk in gray industries where my next victim is.
He owns half of the company.
The building is fabulously built with more  glass than wall, even the people here are walking in and out of the company looking nothing but extravagant.  My feet are rooted to the polished wooden floor, my well planned strategy going out through the window. Even killing for almost twenty years does not make you immune to the possibility of you being the one who dies instead  and this contract is my possible end if everything that was planned does not go according to plan.

This man is really hard to catch because he does not stay in one place for more than an hour and that his scheduled program is never certain makes it even harder.
After much thinking, not trying to draw much attention to myself  I make a conscious move walking to the the  cold silver arm chairs taking a continuous seat at the waiting area in the reception room.

The only thing I hate about my job is when it comes to playing dress up.
Role play.
Trying to suit the environment.
I am  puting  on a dark blue  slim fit suit that belonged to the actual owner of the interview  that I will be having right after am called in.  The navy blue tie shocking the breath out of me causing me to uncomfortably pull at it.  I hate ties.

   
          Adjusting  the brief case that  is seated on my laps,  I make sure nothing is shaking in there because there are weapons not to be played with.

"Mr Jackson, you may go in now. Mr Golden will be with you shortly."  Says a young lady  who is dressed rather indecently.
Her breasts are almost exposed, her skirt hangs just a bit below her very obvious fake butt, her face baked in make up and her lips painted extremely red, it was as if she was just from sucking blood leaving scarlet on her plump lips.

"Mr Jackson?" She calls me out again with a slight frown of confusion  her face snapping me out of my train of thoughts. I forget that my new identity is  Jack Jackson and am here looking for a job. I don't even want to talk about what happened to the real Jack Jackson.
Let's just say,  this contract was more important than his life.

"Oh.. Am so sorry, just a bit nervous" I say faking to be nervous, she flashes me a wide grin  showing just how kind she is,  her dressing a complete opposite to her behavior.

"Ah.. Don't worry, Mr Golden is a good man. You are going to be okay" she says and continues with her blabbing  swaying her hips elegantly and ever so slowly until we reach our destination.

To my surprise,  despite the company  being practically all glass. They are two large wooden doors that I am so thankful for, there is no way of seeing what is going on inside.

"You can go right in, Mr Golden will be with you soon" she says and opens the doors for me to enter  closing them after her.
The moment I walk in, I  take in my surrounding. The office is quiet huge and almost empty. An office table is situated at the far end of the room almost close to the glass wall,  two arm rest chairs  sat opposite each other with the black shiny glass table between them.  Yeah just that,  almost empty.  As I walk in feather,  I open my brief case taking  out my gun, making sure to put a silencer in front of the small pistol.  I give myself a seat  putting  the small pistol on my seat, between my thighs and try my best to relax wearing a natural face oblivious to any danger what's so ever.

A man walks in the office with a rather stupidly expansive black suit, his black hair almost  turning gray neatly tied in a man bun and  his back slightly bent as he walked  towards his rightful seat.
He seems to be in his late 50s,  I assume he is Mr Golden.

"Mr Golden" he says  with a small smile yet still very firm as he lays out his hand to be patched with mine. What a bright smile he wears, it's a shame that I will have to end his life.