When she arrived at her new bosses office, she told him her price had just gone up, it was now $2,000,000 a pop, her ex-boss had offered her $4,000,000 a pop, that's why she had to sadly decline. He said fine, but only because she was so god damn pretty, and it would be a shame to loose her now. He had a new task for her, she was to kill his son's boyfriend, he passed her a picture of what her assassination looked like, it was her ex-boyfriend, so that's why he was looking so sad, but she had no idea he was gay.

She said, "This, will be hard,"

Her boss asked her "why would this be hard?"

She responded, almost sadly, "because this is my ex-boyfriend, I'm sorry, but you'll have to find someone else to do this one for you."

"No, you'll do what I say, or I'll rat you out to the cops."

"That'll be a hard one to explain," she chuckled.

"Why do you say that?" he asked

"Because, you'd have to explain how you knew me, and how are you gonna do that without rating yourself out?"

"Good point, damn, that backfired on me eh didn't it."

"Yeah, kinda did, but I'm truly sorry, but I cant do this one for you, ask me to do anything else, and I can, but just not this,"

"That's alright, I'll just get Tom to do it for me then?"

"That murdering, rampaging monster, hell no I wont let you do it with him."

"I'm sorry Kate, but he is the only other reliable person I have apart from you."

She knew this was a lie, he was just trying to get her wound up, but he looked so serious, unlike his normal stature, he was standing very still, and staring at her, as if to will her to do this for him, so she finally gave up. "Fine I'll do it, but only because your so god damn pretty," she said with a laugh, he laughed too, so he liked her jokes, maybe there was hope yet.

When she got home, she went straight for the shower; she had to wash away her guilt. She was going to kill her ex-boyfriend, she wasn't sure how she was going to do this, but she thought to herself, how was she going to do this one, he knew her face, so she'd have to wear a balaclava, or something like that. Then there was the question of how she was going to do it, a knife would be good, but he'd see it was her, too long for death to take place, then there was poison, but where would she get it, she did know someone, who knew someone, who was in-touch with someone who owns a pharmacy, but that would take to long, so the only option left was a gun, but what if the neighbours heard, what would they think, seeing as most of them knew her. Then she had to have a decoy, this one was going to be hard, but she knew what to do. She had a friend, who was a killer body, and she would tell him that she wanted him to meet her friend, and he would, she hoped, oblige. Then when her friend got there, she would be hiding in the background, waiting, waiting for him to arrive, they would be in some kind of warehouse, somewhere where no one would know to look, somewhere with water, like a lake, or the beach.

Then she found it, the perfect place, just outside of town, where a lake was situated, she called her boss, and told him she'd have the body for him in about 5 hours, he was amazed. She hired the warehouse, and put a table in it, because she knew that her friend would want a nice dinner, she then made the food, and bought a gun, a little pistol, it would work, she hoped, she fired a couple of shots, just to make sure the person who had given it to her gave her the right one. It worked. When her friend showed up, she showed her where to sit, and asked her where she had said to her ex-boyfriend the place was.

Her friend said, "Umm 55 Lake Avenue, that's right isn't it?"

"Yes," she answered, almost apologetically, "I'm sorry, but tonight you'll see a man die, this man is my ex-boyfriend."

"Why are you going to kill him? Is it because you are flat out of cash? Because I can help, if that's what you need."

"Nah its nothing like that, I'm a-a-a, I'm a hit man, of sorts, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I was just coming to facts with the fact that I was going to kill so many innocent people, and if I didn't do this last job, I'd have been killed myself. I know, that's selfish, but I dunno, it's hard, I really like this boss."

"Is that why you've been missing so many poker games? To kill people?"

"Yes, that's is the reason, I'm sorry."

"And when you say you like this boss, do you mean like like him? As in love him?"

"No way, he's just really nice to me, nicer than any of the other people I've worked for."

"How many people have you worked for?"

"Just a couple… hundred."

"Say what? A couple hundred, and how many people have you killed for these people, if you could call them humans?"

"Not as many as you might think, only about a hundred."

"What about cops, how do they not know about what you're doing?"

"Because, my boss, he always takes the blame, that's what's in our contract."

"Do you think you can go through with it? I mean he was your ex."

"I dunno, I did try to get out of it, but I couldn't, he was going to send Tom."

"Tom?"

"Yeah, one of his 'best', but I think he's terrible, he fed his last victim to a meat grinder, that's the kind of man he is."

"Oh my god, that's terrible. Why would you do that to someone?"

"I dunno, but here he comes, so I'm gonna go and hide, I'm sorry, but when the clock strikes 10:00, he will be dead."