The car looks nice from the inside, too. Plush seats. Expensive. Her haughty expression dulls the experience considerably.
“So what’s the job?” I prompt after too many seconds of silence.
“I am not in a position to divulge details at the moment, but we will be in touch shortly.” Her eyes are glued to the road, hands throttling the wheel in a death grip. I’m not pleased.
“So you kidnapped me to tell me you can’t tell me anything. Is there a reason you’re opposed to phone calls?” Her eyes flick to shoot me a glare.
“I would think you would be grateful for a ride home.” I don’t respond. I am.
She looks triumphant. “Where am I going?”
I give her my address, uncomfortably aware of the fact that I’ve, more or less, provided information that makes for an easy stalking.
A number of awkward minutes later, I step out of the car slowly. I hope no one’s home.
“Uh. Thanks for the ride.”
“Our man will be out next week. Be prepared to clean.” With this, she reaches over and closes the door before driving away, tires skidding on the pavement.
“Clean?”
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The Cleaning Company
Adventure(I apologize for the terribleness of this summary. Just read the story.) Leila Thompson is a cleaner, and not in the conventional sense. She's a killer. A reluctant assassin, partnered with the always dreamy West. But how far will she go to provide...
