Arthur sighed and looked around him, at the bodies of his dead men.
I always pay my debts.
"You are one interesting woman," he chuckled and shook his head.
"You have ten minutes," I replied lazily.
I sat on a stool, crossed my legs as Isaac dropped my bag on the desk beside me.
"After my stellar performance?" Arthur joked.
I looked around his office, the clear white walls with brown details. It sat on the twenty seventh floor of the building and offers an enchanting view of the city.
"Wine?" He asked.
He skimmed through his large display of liquor, picking up and putting back bottles where they belong.
"Too soft."
"Tequila then?" He smiled.
"Not a tequila girl."
"Whiskey it is then," he chuckled and retrieved a Johnnie Walker Black Label bottle.
He poured three glasses and offered me one and Isaac the other one. The man just stared at his offer and stared back at him, making no move to accept his whiskey.
"More for me then," Arthur shrugged and threw the rejected drink back before grabbing his own glass and sitting down too, two stools away from me.
"Didn't bring any of your lovers?" he looked at me, a teasing glint in his eyes.
The mirth shifted to something serious when he got no response or reaction from me.
"I need privacy," he said, his eyes pinned on Isaac.
"He stays," I murmured and took a sip of the alcohol.
"If I wanted to hurt you, I'd have done it two nights ago, when you were alone in that whole place," he sighed.
"A you problem," I shrugged.
"Then we'll just end up staring at each other," the bastard shrugged and took a sip of his drink, eyeing me through the rim of the glass.
Six minutes more.
I sat there, less bothered and enjoying the view his office provided.
Why don't I have this view? The streets are beautiful to look at but it gets boring after a while. There's a farm on the far left, little things moved about on it, the workers maybe. Then there's a beach on the far right, many streets and buildings separating them.
I sighed and took another sip. I need something stronger today.
Two minutes.
I ignored the hole Arthur's stare bore into the side of my head. He isn't worth it.
Maybe I'll go home from here. It's twelve in the afternoon but who says I can't take the day off?
Me and my girls, cuddled up on my couch. Maybe we'll watch a movie or I can play a game with Isaac. It's been a while I played with him.
Fifty seconds.
I sighed and looked down at my phone.
Now I'm bored.
I took the last drop of my drink and came down from the stool.
"I have thirty more seconds," Arthur murmured, his eyes on me.
I only hummed and turned picked up my phone, while Isaac picked up my handbag from the table.
Seven seconds.
I started towards the door, Isaac right behind me.
"You still owe me a talk," the bastard mused.
My body stilled as anger coursed through me, maybe I'll just kill him.
No, I will not walk out of here alive, neither will Isaac.
"You had your chance," I opted for a calm reminder instead.
"No. Hulk over here made sure I lost that chance," he shrugged.
I stared at him, the smirk on his face as his finger traced his glass.
"Your conditions are none of my business," I shrugged.
"Oh, they are. Believe me, I have a million and one ways to get your attention."
I sighed, pushing my irritation aside.
"You've used eleven minutes," I murmured.
Arthur smiled at me, a full blown sinister smile.
"It's something about your face baby," he said.
It was genuine, it confused me for a bit.
I turned around and walked out of there, making sure to kill one more man on my way out.