If looks could kill, Sakura could be a murderer. Her hair is a light shade of pink and falls to her lower back; her eyes are as green as the spring grass and her smile…. it is almost controlling. People cannot take their eyes off of her; she is stunning. She holds herself in a manner that's proud and confident. When I first found her, I knew she would work well in my Company.
The Company I run is strict and is very well trained for the job my clients want done. My company has many different areas in the line of work that is needed to be accomplished by my clients. Whether it is a cheating husband or wife, or an old friend that has betrayed you, I have the perfect person who has worked with your certain predicament or situation that is in need of handling. The government knows about our line of work, but does not have the skills or enough evidence to convict us for jobs we handle.
Looking clean and dressed for the occasion that her newest client has told her her job would take place, Sakura walked into my office. She wore a tight fitting black gown and her pink hair was up in a sleek bun on her head. She stopped in front of my desk.
" I'm ready for my assignment, " she said with a smile. Sakura has always been one to be up for a challenge, even if she knows this certain job will be easily completed without a struggle.
" Here," I said sliding the folder to the other side of my desk. She quickly picked it up, opened it and scanned through it.
"Easy enough, see ya in a few hours." She then turned her back to me and walked out. Sakura has always been my go-to girl; she will never disappoint me and stays loyal to my company. She was my pupil; I had trained her myself when she was very young, because I knew she would one day; like today, surpass me. I intend to pass on my company to her when I can no longer keep it going.
My assignment is easy, I have done several other jobs very similar to this one, so I know I will be in and out with this one. As I walk up the stairs to the large home where the business party is being held, I adjust my dress making sure nothing is out of place. When I walk in, I start my job, looking for the man my client said was David. David is a successful businessman, but he cheats and robs people of their money; he is a liar and is very cunning. When I finally spot him, he is introducing himself to a group of other business men: talking and laughing. When I make my way over to his side, I stand and wait until he gives me his attention. When he finally notices me, he stops in mid sentence and looked to be in a daze, after a few seconds he smiles and takes my hand, bows and kisses it.
" I'm sorry I do not believe we have met, I am David. What is a beautiful girl like you doing without an escort?" he said still holding my hand, he disgusted me. His fat clammy hands were massaging my small ones.
" I do not have one, I have come on business alone." Taking my hand away and slowly without him seeing, I wiped my hand on my dress.
" Well, a pretty lady like you should not not have an escort to a party like this!" He stepped in closer to me, how about I show you around a little?" David smiled at me. I let him take my hand and lead me away from the party after he excused himself from the men. I looked around to make sure anyone was watching us, and when no one was I turned my attention to where we were going and the easiest way to escape from each hallway we passed.
" This is a lovely house you have" I said looking up to him. He laughed opening up huge elegant double doors that led into an open study. He yanked me into the room quickly and shut the door fast, locking it. " So no one will bother us." He smirked and stepped closer to me. I remain calm having dealt with guys like him my whole life; people like this do not scare me anymore, they just more or less annoy me now. He was now chest to chest with me. As he was about to move his arms, I moved fast, taking his arm and locking it against his back; I pushed him into the wall nearest to us.
" What the heck is this!" He screamed. I pushed on his back harder against the wall as he squirmed. " Get off me!" that last comment made me laugh. I kicked the back of his leg making him fall to his knees. I still had his arm pinned against his back, holding it in place.
" I'm here under orders, for a client of mine; you cheated her out of everything she owns. She and her family have to live on the street now thanks to you." I pulled up hard on his arm, making him cry out in pain.
" I'll give you whatever you want! Really I will, money isnt a problem" he begged.
" No thanks." I then hit him in the neck, making him fall to the side hitting the ground with a thud. Taking my handgun out from underneath my dress I pointed it at him. I have never had a problem with killing, but I have a problem with watching as someones life is taken away from them, so before I pull the trigger, I turn my head.