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Chapter 3: Connection
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She was a great fighter, one of many reasons he had hired her.
Quick and effective and to the point. With minimal damage to herself. Jin appreciated that he didn't have to worry about her much and she could take care of herself.
But what he needed her to do was something different. She had to use her business acumen to another level. Surprisingly for an assassin who didn't have the luxury of corporate experience, she had learnt the ropes quickly with him, sometimes even being several steps ahead of him with the mundane details of running a beast of an organisation like the Zaibatsu.
She'll be good at this. She was clever. Capable.
The document on the desk is untouched. Jin looks at the blank spaces and the pen.
Just two signatures.
Hers. His.
"So, I've been summoned?"
Her tone is light, blue eyes smiling as she enters the office. He asks her to take a look at the document, read it carefully and prepares himself.
Her brows furrow. "Why would I be your wife?"
"If anything happens to me, you'll be in control of the company. Which means you-,"
"Hand it over to the not-almost-Mishima," she finishes- a tinge of amusement in her tone. "Got it."
"Aren't you going to ask what you're going to get out of it?"
"The thrill of keeping your crazy family off my back and a big fat diamond ring?"
Jin surprises himself by chuckling. Then frowns.
"No really, when I said I'll work with you, I meant it. This…," She gestures towards the documents. "It's nothing but business. You'll pay me in full anyway."
She picks up the pen and signs. Then hands him the pen.
"We'll have a legal connection. You'll always be traced back to me," he warns.
"Baby, I knew that when I took the job."
