บท 122: The face of an assassin (2)

Just when I consider losing all hope, I see the maid behind the assassin getting up.

Oh, if she reaches the door, she can ask for help!

Still, it's not just as easy. We need to make sure the killer doesn't notice anything. And also to survive until reinforcements come.

«How much are they paying you for this?» I ask. Now, I do need to buy time. «I can offer more. I'm a rich woman.»

I already know it won't work. Assassins aren't easy to be bought, and this one has started hating me. Personal grudges and work ethic together ensured her employer that she'll finish her task, one way or the other.

«Mhm, do you really think it's that easy to get out of here alive? Just with... money?» her crazy grin widens, and I sigh defeated.

«There is really nothing you would accept in exchange for my life?»

At least think a minute about it, damn it!