My Boss Is an Executioner

He was standing a step away—tall, terrifying, perfect… a killer.

— We have specially trained girls—I’m not one of them, — I stepped back.

— Perhaps you have other, the right qualities I need, — a cold voice said. — Or we both made a mistake…

— Where did I make a mistake?

— You picked the wrong client.

— I don’t pick clients! — I exclaimed. My nerves were failing, and the hope of getting out alive was fading.

— Why were you flirting? — he slowly moved closer.

— I don’t know, — I shrugged, — I was foolish…

It became clear that no one was coming for me.

— So you’ll have to pay for your stupidity…