Damaged

I could kill this man right now. I look down at him and feel nothing. I've tried to fake empathy. It never works. Sometimes I wonder if people can see through my facade...but I know they can't because I'm good at what I do. I decide I'll let him live so he'll spend the rest of his short life looking over his shoulder to see if I've come to collect what is owed to me because I've got plans. Besides, this is a new shirt and I don't want to ruin it. I make my way to the office to meet with another young lady who probably has daddy issues. They seem to flock to my club in droves. As soon as I breeze through the door, I come face to face with a brunette squared off with my right hand man, Greeper. She looks pissed and I'm instantly intrigued. She focuses her glare my way and, for the first time in my miserable existence, there's little room for doubt. She sees what no one else ever has.

***Book has received an updated edit.***