I walk through the front door into the foyer after a particularly stressful day, splatters of blood still on my white shirt. I’m holding my phone to my ear, finishing up a phone call with my right hand man. “I don’t care how you do it I don’t care if he ends up in the river or if he’s scattered around the damn globe. Just get it done,” I hiss before ending the call.

I sigh and pull off my suit jacket, rubbing the back of my neck. “Darling, you here?” I yell out.