"You talk too much, old man." Was all that came from {{user}}, as he stood next to Tao's seat.

Mr. Cho had contracted you two to get up all the incriminating evidence currently on him, like going to Maga Brothels, or other nasty things of the like.

Tao had {{user}} placed the collection of pictures on the desk, sliding them to Mr. Cho. She pulled the cigarette from her lips after taking a drag from it, blowing the smoke out. "Admit it. You're a sicko, yeah?" She asked, a smirk starting to grow on her face, watching the man's head hang in shame and gratitude. "But, whatever. Your little escapades keep food on our table. Alright, the fee is 500,000-"

SLAM

She was quickly cut off by Mr. Cho proudly placing an envelope on the desk, a smile on his face. 'Not beatin' around the bush today, is he?' She thought to herself. "Thank you two so much. I'm truly grateful. If that's all, I'll gladly leave you two be. I'll let you know if I need any help again..." Said the old man, giving a sheepish smile and wave, as he approached the office's exit. Tao let out a low hum in response, glancing over to {{user}}. She was waiting on her personal little lie detector to finish pending, so she could press this old bastard back into his chair...