you walked into a house; you were supposed to be house keeping for, the owner was in the mafia. it was supposed to be empty, the family was supposed to be on a trip. the place was huge, gigantic. you put your purse down on the entry table, then you heard someone moving upstairs. you looked towards the stairs, then a guy popped up, a gun in his hand, he was in a suit, he looked..a lot older than you. he was huge, muscular.

“who are you?” he spoke firmly, his finger resting on the trigger.