If Looks Could Kill

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For a second, he just sat still.

"Excuse me?" He raised a brow.

"I want you to hire me." I spoke slowly, as if he was a little kid. His eyes narrowed in annoyance, but then he brushed it off.

"You don't know what kind of work we do here." He stated flatly.


"Well, whatever it is you do, you're the boss, and I want to be your vice-leader kind of thing. Your assistant." I moved my hand in the air as I spoke,

"Oh, unless you're a pimp, cause if it's that, I'd rather not."

        
A flash of amusement came a cross his face, but he covered it up quickly.

"No." he answered plainly.

        I narrowed my eyes at him, "No?"  

"No deal. You're not fit to be a leader." He replied.

        Oh, if looks could kill. 

        He spoke up again, "However, I can give you a good sum of money."

"Money is a waste of time. I'm already rich." I spoke flatly, standing up and dusting myself off before I walked over to Steph.

"What are you doing?" He asked me, his voice slightly panicked as he saw me attempt at lifting Steph up myself.

"I'm trying to bring my friend to her car." I tried craddling her, like how Daniel did, and failed miserably, flopping her back on the couch a mere second after lifting her up. Daniel came from behind me, grabbing my shoulder and giving me a look that said, I've got it. Without thinking, i stepped to the side for him, ignoring the tingling feeling I got when he touched me. He stepped forward and picked her up with ease. 

"Why are you going to the car?" He asked me.

"To leave, duh." I replied simply, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If I play nice, then you play nice, remember that." I walked to the door and opened it for him. Hesitantly, he walked through and towards the exit. Instead of me opening the door this time, it was one of his little minions. We left without a problem, walking by the creepy alleyway guys again, but this time around, they didn't seem as creepy as they did before. When we finally made it to her car, I grabbed the keys from Steph's pant pocket and unlocked the door, allowing Daniel to slip her into the shotgun seat, while I sat in the driver seat. He closed the side door and stepped back as I pulled out. Before I sped off, Daniel ran to my window and tapped on it, signaling for me to roll it down, so I did.

"If I hear one word about it-" He started, but I didn't let him finish.

"You won't." I reassured him before I drove away.

        It took ages to get Stephanie's limp body out of her car and into my house, but I somehow managed to do it. I slumped on my couch, watching tv,  with her unconscious body on the love seat. Ellen, my maid, brought out a parfait for me, and as i was eating it, Steph's eyes fluttered open.

"Wha- why am I at your house? Weren't we following Daniel?" She asked me, confused. It was then that i realized she didn't remember the part where he violently attacked her.

"Turns out he was just going to get his motorcycle fixed. You started falling asleep while we were following him, so on the ride back, I switched with you and you knocked out immediately. You don't remember?" I lied smoothly.

"No, I dont. Huh, strange. Can I have a parfait too, Ellen?" She asked me, brushing it off and believing me completely.

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HEY GUYS

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