Shawle choked on his coffee.

 

"W-wwhhaatt?"

 

She examined her nails.

 

"I said get rid of him."

 

The boss stared with wide eyes.

 

"Hes a distraction," she explained, "His interest in my partner is slipping up his skills. Mitchel cant function with him constantly staring at him."

 

Her ice eyes narrowed.

 

Shawle had set his cup down, and was currently staring past her, not daring a lock with her cold pools.

 

"If this is as deep as I suspect, than I need Don in top condition."

 

"His purpose was to make you look rich."

 

She pursed her lips slightly.

 

"His sense of fashion," she stressed with sarcasm, "was unethical. He wanted to die my hair and add extension. The extra weight, which I wouldnt be used to, would only hinder my performance. The dress he chose for me was also useless. No sleeves meant no jumpsuit underneath. I cant move in a dress very well."

 

She said no more.

 

He nodded.

 

"And Mitchel?"

 

"Mitchels social skills are all that are needed. I only do the dirty work Shawle, you know that."

 

Her glare turned on him, his breath catching.

 

"I want him gone. Ill handle the necessities for this mission on my own."

 

She stood from her seat.

 

"This has to be hidden Mccaw. This is one time you cant go sneaking in."

 

She didnt turn around.

 

"Never had to sneak."

 

Her form disappeared in the darkness as she walked off. A metal door shutting behind her indicating she was gone.

 

Shawle breathed.

 

"Thats was scares me Mccaw. Thats what scares me."

 

 

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He blinked.

 

"You did what?"

 

His disbelief was evident.

 

She looked up at him, ever coldly, small nail brush still in hand.

 

"Did you want him still?"

 

The humor wasnt there, no matter how hard you tried.

 

He swallowed, her stare unwavering.

 

"Just"

 

He wasnt sure how to explain.

 

"He was a distraction. To both of us."

 

She tightened the lid on the nail polish, wet nails gleaming in the dim lights of the lounge room.

 

"So, exactly what do we do now?"

 

"The formal is tonight."

 

His eyes went wide.

 

"Everything else has been taken care of."

 

She didnt want to talk.

 

"Else?"

 

The hiss was evident.

 

Her cold eyes growled.

 

"There are two errands I need you to run. Theyre on that paper."

 

She nodded nonchantedly at the neatly folder, crisp paper that lay dormant on the coffee table.

 

He growled, curiosity laced in his features.

 

"At the dinner, youll only need to keep up appearances."

 

He stared, expecting one more thing.

 

She blew on her neatly manicured fingers.

 

"For the both of us."