Deadly Affection

? There it is, lying on the floor. In my past, I've cleaned up after frat parties, a

satisfaction of my latest poison working better than expected, and indulgent baths. Specifically

onal satisfaction and professional requirements. Sedu

athtub before bedtime every night. It was our special time, a moment to discuss anything a

his cold hotel room. I wonder where The Boss will send me to next. Rome, Tokyo, maybe Sweden ag

drip

obe. A trail of water

big or small it may be. I realized in the series of hotel rooms I've stayed

high up. Two thousand d

t can I get you?"

expensive wine," I respon

you prefer?

without a se

soon, have a goo

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ternational businessman found de

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e he's been dealing with his diagnosis for some years now. My condolen

myself so

ly, the I.D reads Bossman. Gr

o," I

favorite places in the world, but your presence is urgent." I hear his smirk through the phone. "I e

special place in your heart, but your presence is urgently needed." His smirking tone comes through t

or a moment longer than the usual social norms. Despite having already satisfied my desires earlier tonight, the temptation ling

bottles of wine. The mere thought of the alcoholic bliss takes me to another realm. One drink leads to anot

e me as I wake up. The sun spills through the window, the television now silent. I reach for aspirin from my bag, take a swig fro

once. The drive to the airport is quick, and like always, The Boss gave me my own private jet and access.

ve no idea what I drank, but it went down easily enough, and it tasted like alcohol, so I

o the darkness. I can't see his face, but I know who he is. I look down at the

arm smile. She knows who I am. She has to. She must be a part of his men too, to watch me.

r me. Planned, scheduled, and ahead of schedule probably. Just like hi

y place now. She would have a heart attack. She

window in the busy city of New York City. She would scream at the expensive Yucca

n't mind it; the millions of plants bring color to the room. They sit in my open room that includes my living room, dinin

pend hours there synthesizing new poisons for certain jobs or sell them to my lovely c

ter—deadlier. Martinez was supposed to die in less than

then my goggles that sit

killing a lit