Leo was getting dressed as I sat and watched him, waiting for whatever he had in store for me. As always, he wore a three-piece suit, a grey one this time, and it was somehow a tad fascinating to see him get ready for some reason. Maybe because I have never seen a man get ready before. And I must say, he takes even more time than a woman does. Why does he have to look so...fine when all he basically does is kill people? I don't think you need to get all dressed up like that just to kill someone. I scowled at the thought.
"Okay, here we go," he muttered, emerging out of his walk-in. I noticed a small box wrapped in a silver gift wrap in his hand. "I am running late so..." He flopped down in front of me and tentatively handed me the box. I gazed at it suspiciously before turning my eyes to
