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The lady sat at her desk, legs crossed over one another as her perfectly red painted nail hit the desk repeatedly, a cigarette placed in between her ruby lips.
"Why do you want to kill her?" The raven haired boy questioned, perched on his seat, elbows on his knees as he stared at Mrs Blut.
"She's the best in the game." She paused, downing what was left of her drink, "Why wouldn't I want to kill her." She answered, a smug smile stretching across her face.
The man hummed in response.
"How much."
"We'll discuss that once she's gone." She said.
Finn laughed, shaking his head as he said, "No. no, no, no. no."
He looked up at her, "that's not how it works," he got up out of his chair, walking over the desk, he slammed his colossal hands on to it. "I'm not tryna get myself killed here. So, I repeat, how. Much."
The lady looked him up and down before letting out a short sigh, " 1 million dollars."
Finn looked up as he thought. He shook his head. "Higher."
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