The doors opened widely for Drew, my boss, to enter, with guards walking solidly behind him. He looked at me then turned, not bothering with saying anything.

It was always like that, so it didn't really affect me.

He walked slowly around the large desk then faced me again, his face expressionless. I breathed, not completely confident with what I wanted to suggest.

"Yes?" he asked, arching his brow.

"I want your help."

He rolled his eyes, muttering an "Again."

"I need money."

"You always need money, Hunter."

"I need to buy a house, I can't live like this anymore."

"Your wife works, I assume."

"But it's not enough."

He shook his head, "You know how things work here."

I nodded.

"So you better keep up the good work," he smirked and I almost, almost rolled my eyes.

"So are you offering your help?"

He nodded his head then signed something and passed it to me, "Go to Jack, he'll give you what you need."

"Thank you, a lot," I stood up, intending to walk away but his next words pulled the gear to my attention as my head snapped in his direction.

"Our customer this time is really important, one mistake and I'll personally plan your funeral."

(That's Hunter picture and not Drew's , just to make things clear LOL )