Aaron Calloway

I could barely sleep. From replaying in my head seeing her last night and thinking about how long until Turner shows up, sleep was so far out of the picture.

Really wouldn't be shocked if my face fell off from how much I've been rubbing it. Is this how people feel waking up to work everyday? After this job I'm vowing to never work a nine to five again.

Coffee didn't even put a dent into waking me up and I'm starting to think I'll need a glass of whiskey.

"Goodmorning Sammie, isn't it beautiful today, the sun is out and the brids are chirpping." Victoria sings next to me.

Fuck the whiskey I'm going to need tequila to survive.

Victoria still wouldn't stop talking, it's been five minutes of non-stop chatting, I'm surprised her batteries haven't died yet.

"Oh my God, how could I forget." She smacks me on the arm playfully but it just makes me wish for strong liqour even more.

"I hired a new employee this morning before you're shift started, actually you literally just missed her. She's going to be working with you, starting tomorrow - her name is Cassie." The urge to tell her that I don't give a fuck is weighing on my tounge - just four more days of this until Turner rears his face around here. I tried to muster up some emotion to make her think I'm intreseted.

"Oh that's cool, how old is she?" I mean I don't care but the last thing I need on my plate right now is a teenage girl who just works to get the latest Iphone and annoys the crap out of me.

"Wow already seeking out new blood, I thought I was the only girl for you, Sammie bear." Victoria smirked when she said that but after seeing my face she quickly changed that. She awkwardly chuckles and pushes her hair into her face to hide the obvious red cheeks.

"Uh Cassie is twenty one." Could be worse, I internally shrugged. Victoria sprints into her office and closes the door, guess I embarssed her.

What a shame.

The day went along pretty fast besides the five minutes of Victoria talking that felt like forever, any chance she got away from the office phone she spent next to me.

Literally nothing eventful happened besides comig home to see my maid, Robin, had gone grocery shopping for me.

I decided to cook crumbed fish with a broccoli and watermelon salad. I flicked the oven to the approprate temperature and started on crumbing the nice pieces of snapper Robin got for me.

After that was done, I chopped up the broccoli to boil, picking other bits to put in the salad like lettice and tomato as well as the nessasary seasoning. Lastly slicing up the watermelon to place on top of the fresh salad.

My mother taught me to cook from the day I could pick up a knife wheras my father wanted me to use a knife for other purposes, I loved cooking with my mother, she always taught me how to cook just right for when I get a wife - to prepare meals and most importantly make everything with love.

My parents were old fashion in their ideas for me, to marry young with a smart girl who will provide them with grandchildren but that was not my future; my mother was upset when I enlisted into the army but she understood it was what I needed to do to start my life.

I cleaned up all the dishes, not wanting to leave Robin with a huge mess and headed up to bed.

I slept much better than the night before and weirdly enough woke up energized for the day. I headed into Palmer's with a smile on my face, one of the kids working here, Luke I think, loked at me like I had grown another head.

I even headed into the office to say good morning to Victoria, my phone buzzd in my pocket but I ignored it, I opened my locker and took my jacket off when my phone buzzed again. Unlocking the device I see two messages from the number of the Turner client.

'Why isn't he dead?'

'What am I paying you for? To sit on your ass? Hurry up or give the two million back.'

This old man is getting on my last nerve. Does he have any idea that it takes more than just walking up to someone and shivving them, I have to plan and stake out the location, not to mention get a feel for the person and his responses. This isn't a five minute job. I slam my locker door shut causing a loud bang and the person next to me to jump but I couldn't care less, just three more days and I'm out of this shit hole.

I walk to my station of uncut boxes not even stopping when I bump into the person that is just a few lockers down from me. The only good things about this job is I get to take my anger out on slicing into the thin cardboard boxes.

I finished opening all the boxes and noticed a truck pulling up. I walked over pretending like I was intreasted in cutting more boxes when I am really trying to get a look at the driver. He's short and chubby with a gross patchy beard full of crumbs. Definitely not Turner. The man I'm looking for is 6"1, scawny guy with an eyebrow pircing.

About six pallets got off the truck and two teenage boys, one being Luke, moved the boxes onto trolleys and took them out into the store.

There was somebody else cutting open boxes but I could only see her back, long brown hair tied crudely into a ponytail - guess that's Cassie.

Truck after truck and not one of the drivers was Turner. I mean it is hopeful to think he would come before Thursday but a man can dream.

Victoria sticks her head out of her office when another truck pulls up.

"Hey Cassie can you work with Winston to get this load off, oh and uh you too Sam." I continue stacking up Luke's trolley and I feel heavy eyes on my skin; I assume it's Victoria, so I just ignore it.

It was almost time to clock out but I want to check on the loading dock before I go.

I'm in on of the hiding spots I located the day I got here, I wrote down all the truck drivers and the times they showed up - to calculate if I had enough time to get to Turner when he showed up. The truck infront of me has a very shiny polish and in the reflection I swear I saw the mystery girl but when I turned around there was no one there.

I think I'm slowly losing it.

I clocked out and headed into my BMW. My phone started to ring and the number made me stop in my tracks; I recognise the number as an old clients one, the job went smooth but these people are not the kind you want to deal with again.

Old money mafia that deals in casinos, strip clubs, guns, and drugs. Overall nasty people that won't hesitate to kill for the smallest issue.

"Mister Hitman, I have another job for you come to my club, Pandemonium, and we will talk business."

"I'm already working a job."

"This isn't a choice. 6pm sharp. Don't make me wait."

I text Liam the address of the club followed with 'If I don't call you in an hour.' Liam understand the business I get into and he knows all the jobs I've done with what clients. I don't tell them my name but I know theirs - they just don't know it.

I've had one client who tried to tell the cops over a guilty conscious which forced me to peramently silence him.

I always have a back up plan for a back up plan, nothing sneaks past me that I haven't already thought of.

Liam replies with a thumbs up.

I stand outside the club thinking over all my options.

I could refuse the job and leave; risking them blowing my head off for saying no to their grumpy boss, or take the job and just be pissed I was cornered into doing something I don't want to.

One of the bouncers in his extremely tight black polo shirt, clearly trying to force his muscles to show, buzzed hair and permant frown approuches me.

He grunts. Just grunts like he's some wild animal; God these people piss me off.

It's obvious he wants me to follow him and I do; the floor is already full and just by looking at the line I passed outside, it's going to get more packed in here.

I'm wearing a black suit with a matching vest and pants, I look incredibly out of place and it earns me a few weird stares.

My father always dressed his best even though we were so poor we could barely afford bread, he would remind me every time that you may not be at your best but at least you can look the part; I admired it so much I follow that principle to this day.

In the room, the bouncer lead me to, was John Moreno and his little followers.

Mr Moreno is known for killing many people yet the police could never prove it becuase no body was found. He is known around New York as El Desaparecido or The Disappearer. They close the door behind me and his goons with guns stand in front of it.

"Sit down boy, let's have a drink." His voice has a slight spanish accent to it paired with a bad smokers cough. Mr Moreno clicks his fingers and a slender, pale boy pours two glasses of scotch; clanging the glass together from how much he is shaking.

"You can never find good help these days." He laughs at the boy and takes a swig of the brown liqour. One of his men who is stood behind him, eyes me up like I'm meat; I can feel the straps on my ankle that hold my .22 and a glock 19 on my waist as well as two in my shoulder holster that is concelled by my suit jacket, I am ready and wiating for him to come at me but I keep a straight face.

"I have a job that requires an outside source if you know what I mean." He is so smug that I'll say yes, that no matter what he says it doesn't matter because I'll just do it. Over my dead body.

"No, I told you I am doing job at the moment and do not have time for another one." He leans back in his chair, smirk gone.

"So you don't want my money?" God of course he thinks about money, not the fact that I just said I can't take the job.

"It has nothing to do with the money, I have no time." I do have the time, Turner will be dealt with in a few days, I just don't want to deal with this prick.

"Even if I offered you a very healthly amount?"

"Even then."

Moreno says nothing and takes the last of his drink in his mouth. When he stands up and comes around the table next to me, he points to the door and the men in front of it seperate. Moreno opens the door for me, and says "You have made a mistake not taking this job, I could have made you rich boy."

Though his tone suggested he was just cracking a joke, the look in his eyes told me it's a threat. I shook his hand and walked out.

On my way though the club I turn my phone on to call Liam when in the corner of my eye I see long, straight brown hair tied into a crude ponytail, swaying side to side, it looks just like that girl from work.

I look down at my phone to see if Liam answered the phone, I look around the room for the exist; the building has become to crowded to see which way I came in. My eyes reach that girl again - Cassie was it? She turns around, she is laughing wth her hands in the air, her soft blue eyes sparkle once again and her dark red lipstick tug in both directions into the most beautiful smile.

It's her.

Cassie is the mystery girl.

My hand buzzes and I realize Liam answered.

"Hello? Aaron, are you there, do I need to kick some butt right now?" My god, she was right in front of me all day and I never noticed.

"Yeah I'm here. Give me a sec, it's too loud." Shit, I just remembered I bumped into her, she must think I'm an asshole.

"Moreno threatened me because I declined the job." I can hear Liam cussing though the phone.

"What are you going to do?"

What am I going to do?, I mean the most he could do is send someone to kill me or rat me out to the cops, but even then he doesn't know my name or anything about me. It'll be fine, he can't do anything.

"Nothing."

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