ՏհօɾԵ ՏԵօɾíҽՏ •Venom In Her Veins• There comes a time when you get used to the cruelty and the unfairness of the world around you. You become emotionless and go with the flow, not concerned anymore where you might end up. But there are people who suffer because of you. And if you find pleasure in seeing them beg and cry, then you know exactly what I feel like. I've stopped questioning the mysteries of life. What is right and what is wrong? Who knows. Doesn't matter because everybody has lost the sense of justice. Might is right, that's what life has taught me. The only thing it has taught me. As I opened the oak doors, my eyes fell on a stout man in his late-fifties, sitting behind his desk. He was bald and his eyes were covered with a pair of white bushy eyebrows. A smile spread across his wrinkled face when he saw me. He'd been expecting me. "Come in, Rose," he greeted me as I closed the doors. My job would be done soon. No one would know since this room is soundproof. This old idiot. "So sorry to intrude," I apologized in a silky voice, walking towards his desk and sitting down in a seat from across him. "Not at all, not at all," he said airily waving a careless hand. "Mr.Webb wants me to ask you to reconsider once more before refusing his proposal," I smiled. "This could prove to be very beneficial for both our companies." He shook his head. "Why are we always talking about business?" "Because a promotion would be nice." He chuckled as he stood up. The smile was still on my face as he walked around the desk and placed a fat hand on my bare shoulder, standing behind my chair. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "You know, I'd /love/ to give you a promotion. Why don't you consider my offer instead?" "Thank you but my answer is still the same," I replied, rather stiffly as he moved his hand from my shoulder and placed it onto my breast. His greedy fingers squeezed my nipples as I felt around for my gun in my purse by my side. As soon as I came in contact with it's cold metal, something inside me roared. I slapped his hand away and stood up suddenly, facing him. He was taken aback but his expression was quickly replaced by fear as he saw the gun in my hands. "W-Wha-" "Payback, you old geezer." I raised the gun and aimed it at his forehead. "Incase you're wondering why I don't leave Mr.Webb's company, it's because he gives his workers the freedom to shoot anyone standing in his way. You should've reconsidered, after all. But then again, i can't guarantee you that I would've let you walk away without settling my grudge." She squeezed the trigger and the sound echoed in the room but nobody outside heard it. **************** Hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. -Death