I was convinced Porcelain was being difficult on purpose.

"It's… Sunday…"

"I am capable of reading a calendar."

I literally heard the sound of my patience slowly leaving me.

"Yeah… but it's Sunday."

"Is there a point you're trying to make, Satan?"

I snarled slightly before removing myself from my couch and sauntered over to Hummel, who was sitting in his father's desk chair, legs crossed, haughty smile like the stuck-up little bitch he was.

"It's seven am, on a Sunday. I'm never called before nine and I never work on a Sunday."

I'm pretty sure the hiss was clear in my words but it would appear that the princess didn't notice.

"And I reiterate… your point?"

Before I spoke, or rather screamed at him, I slammed my hands down onto his fathers' desk, right in front of him, and the fact that it didn't even faze him only fuelled my rage.

"Tell… Me… Why the FUCK I am here!"

In my haze of anger I vaguely saw the office receptionist turn and run but honestly I could care less about her. She may have been a good lay but I was focused on the smirk that blossomed on elf-boy's face.

"Fancy 3.5 million dollars?"

And of all the things I expected out of his mouth, that was never one of them.

"Are you fucking with me?"

He scoffed before brushing his hair out of his face.

"Refrain from the profanities, please, and it's quite the contrary. The request came in and I thought it might interest you."

Ignoring all his fancy words, I tried to add up the figures, but it just wasn't working.

"But… I get the highest rate out of all the employees…"

"Because you are the best, my dear."

"Yeah… but I only get 25%."

There was a brief pause and he finally looked from the computer monitor to stare fully into my eyes.

"Exactly."

"That's a hell of a lot for one hit. Who's the target a queen or something?"

"Actually, that's the best part. She's an ordinary girl who pissed off a rich guy somehow. It's an easy hit for a lot of money."

"So why don't you take it, keep the 100%?"

Even as I was asking the question I knew what the answer would be.

"I could never just kill someone. Besides, that's your job. So, are you interested or do I offer it to Noah?"

I didn't answer. I had no need to. My face practically screamed 'of course I'm fucking interested! It's three million dollars! Don't you dare give that to Puck! It's mine!'

"I'll tell Mr Tubbington his request has been accepted by our best then."

Wait…

"Sorry, Tubbington?"

"Yes… Lord Tubbington. He put in the hit request."

"Lord Tubbington?"

The name was so stupid and it was not computing at all.

"Yes. It's called an alias, Tana."

I heard the sarcasm but at that point it had just gone straight over my head.

"Lord Tubbington? Are you fucking serious?"

"Yes! Now, for Gaga's sake, listen to your brief!"

The alias made no sense. I mean it screamed 'Newbie' with a megaphone and a fucking neon sign… in bright pink… on the side of the Empire State Building! But I shook it off and shut up, waiting for the details on my target.

"So, the target…"

"My target."

"Fine. Your target is…"

He slid a photo over the desk towards me and my interests were piqued. By interests… I mean the chick was hot! Like really hot. Bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and lovely looking tits. I almost missed the name I was so distracted by the beauty staring back at me.

"Brittany Pierce."

Brittany. Maybe I could get a quick fuck before I killed her.