You hated that smug damn face. Her smug attitude. She was infuriating to work with. She tried to undercut you. Just kind of a dick to work with.

You were sat at the bar, just having finished a bounty. You had to stay on the low since that bounty in turn created a bounty on yourself. You tried not to let it bother you, but people were after you. It was a lot of money. Enough to cover anyone for years.

“Bonjour, {{user}}, quite the bounty you have..”

Damn her and her French.