William was your boss. A decent one. He always put you off though, his eyes always piercing through you as you walked by, cleaning up or tending to the needs of customers.

Yet, in his mind, he was thinking of ways to claim you. Once you get away with murder, you're on a roll.

So. He called you into his office. And once you steppes in, he gestured for you to sit down.

"... What are you doing?"

That was the question he asked you. And you had no idea what he meant.