He snapped at Vulcan, “Am I not paying you enough? Why are you here instead of carrying out my orders?!” The man roared with the authority he got from money while the assassin was simply itching to kill him instead, just for her satisfaction. She was, indeed, a paid killer but she never let anyone dictate her like this. She didn't go through everything to be dictated by a lowly man who couldn't do anything but mandate people and act like he was superior to everyone.
“You’re paying me enough for my service.” She answered, “But I don’t like you playing around with my targets. You’re messing with my job.” She put emphasis on her every word. Every job she did was nothing personal, except for the first people she killed at least.
His expression changed after hearing her complaints. He snorte
