Mattie caught a glimpse of her mirror image in the glass door and smiled at herself. She might be a vicious killer when she had to but not a hair was out of place in her long pixie cut. At the age of 39 she still hadn't gotten a single grey hair. The chocolate brown color still looked the same.

She winked at her mirror image and opened the door. The building was an office building. No one knew exactly what type of office was on the top floor. She knew it all too well. She worked for the man Brock Lesnar who had occupied that space.

She stepped into the elevator and once again stared at herself in the shiny, metal wall. She leaned closer and studied her pale blue eyes. She looked rested. She always slept surprisingly well despite this line of work. She heard the elevator ping and turned to the door. It opened and she stepped out. She walked down the hallway to Brock's office by the end. The door was open and he smiled at her.

"Mattie!" He said cheerfully. "Come in."

She entered his office and sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the desk. He pushed a folder over to her and she opened it to take a look at her next job.

"Finn Balor," she looked up. "He's not gonna be an easy target."
"I know," he smirked. "That's why I'm sending my top dogs. You're not going solo for this one."
"Who will I be working with?" She asked.

There was a knock on the door. She turned in the seat and saw the smile of the one man she disliked in this company. Roman Reigns was standing in the open door.

"Oh, hell no!" Mattie proclaimed loudly.
"It's not your call, Mattie," Brock said.

Roman walked over to the table and she kicked the chair next to her towards him so he wouldn't be sitting right next to her.

"Child," Roman said.
"Pencil dick," Mattie said.
"You might wanna check before saying that again because you're in for a huge surprise," Roman said.
"Enough!" Brock barked.

Roman and Mattie turned their eyes to their boss.

"You're working together. End of discussion. You better figure it out real fucking fast because you're leaving right now," Brock said.
"Let's get one thing straight," Mattie looked at Roman. "I will work with you but I don't like you one bit."
"Likewise," Roman said.
"Don't slow me down, old man," Mattie said.
"We're the same age," Roman said.
"Go!" Brock commanded.
"Who's the target?" Roman asked.

Roman reached for the folder on the table but Mattie snatched it before he could get it.

"I'm driving," Mattie said.

Mattie stood up and walked out of the office. Roman looked at Brock who pointed at the door. Roman shrugged and followed after Mattie. She was already in the elevator that was about to close. He ran to it and caught the door with his hand. It opened again and he stepped inside. It was an awkward ride down in silence.

Once outside she walked straight to her car while he followed. She unlocked the car and got into the driver's seat. He got into the passenger seat and she tossed the folder in his lap. She turned on the engine while he opened the folder.

"Finn Balor?" He asked. "Damn! Why?"
"How the fuck should I know? Someone ordered a hit and we're here to do our job. It's not part of our job to question why."
"I always question why," he said.
"That's because you're soft and weak," she said.

He chuckled and she turned out on the road. He wasn't letting any of her words get to him. She had to hand it to him despite not saying it out loud. He could handle her way of acting which not a lot of people could in the long run. She already knew he wouldn't back down and leave her alone for the job.

"Okay, the details say to drive to..." He started.
"I know where we're going. I already read the damn thing," she said.
"I'm just trying to be helpful," he said.
"You'd be extremely helpful by getting out of the car and going home," she said.
"And leave you to have all the fun alone?" He asked. "Nah! I want some of that too."
"You're so fucking annoying," she mumbled.

He chuckled again and looked at her. She kept her eyes on the road but felt him staring at her. He kept staring for two long minutes until she couldn't take it anymore.

"What?" She asked.
"I'm just trying to figure out how someone so good looking ended up with that personality. Normally they say you get beauty or brain but you got both. It was personality your good genes skipped," he said.
"Open that mouth again and you're paying for dinner," she said.
"You're such a fucking child, Mattie. Like a little, whiny toddler wailing to get her way. Wah wah! I want candy. Wah wah! I think I'm the best," he said.

She turned her head and looked at him and he grinned at her.

"I'm in the mood for burger," he said. "Don't worry. I'll pay."