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How much?

Y/n walked down the street, turning a few corners before stopping in front of a large building. She looked at the address sent to her phone and back at the building. Okay, so this is the place, y/n thought. She wandered into the building, taking stairs up and down until finding the correct room. She knocked on the office door. "Come in," she did as the voice instructed.

The door handle clicked as it turned, y/n pushed open the door and walked in, closing it behind her.

She was greeted by the smell of tobacco and cologne. She briefly looked around the office, noticing a few stacks af paper in a corner. Her attention shifted to a man sitting at a desk as he flicked his gun shaped lighter. A small flame erupted at the muzzle of the gun, lighting his cigarette.

He held it between his teeth as he motioned his hand towards the empty chair across from his desk. Y/n walked over and sat down. "I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." She put out her hand. A soft hand gave her a brief handshake. "I'm Giran, nice to meet ya, y/n."

"So, what are you here for?" Giran questioned. "Uh.. I need to make an order for a dress I can run in," y/n paused, "and stockings that have a gun holster. I'll also need a gun." She then handed him a short list, "and these." Giran typed what she said, when he finished he looked up to her, "I'll need to make a call and see if someone has this or can get it. I'll be right back." He sat up and exited the room. This gave y/n a chance to look around more. She had already seen the stack of papers, but next to them was a filing cabinet. She wondered what was inside, probably more paper, she thought.

Giran came back into the office and sat down. "Just had a chat with an old partner and he says he'll be able to get everything here in less than a week, that sound good?" He queried. "Yeah, sounds good. How much do I owe you?"
"¥1059049.98 ($10,000)" he answered. "How much?" Y/n exclaimed. Giran repeated himself, "it's honestly cheap if ya ask me."

Y/n went silent and thought. "Do I have to give it to you immediately? Because I don't have that kind of money." Giran to a long drag from his cigarette before putting it out. "When will you have that kind of money?"
"In a million years," she joked. "Why would you order something when you don't have the money for it?" Y/n frowned, "Because I'm going somewhere and I need to kill someone."
"Are you an assassin or something?" He asked. "Not really, I don't paid, I just kill people that downright suck."

Giran chuckled and got out another cigarette. "How about this, you do some stuff for me and you won't have to pay for anything." He suggested. Y/n looked hopeful, "what did you have in mind?"