Burning Spies cookies — crk

New York has always been a dirty city. But Spas stood above all this crap.

Spice headed a major contract killing firm. A mafia, in other words. His work was dangerous, so he always kept a straight face. Cold, calculating, but... there was just one "but." He was incredibly hot-tempered. One misstep could result in his head being severed. So all the employees had it drilled into their heads that it was best not to anger Spice. Never.

Spice had a secretary, Margarine. Everyone at the company thought he was insanely hot and incredible. And damn, they were right. He was incredible and always did a great job.

Today was a particularly difficult day. Spice sat over papers, smoking a cigarette. He looked calm, but inside he was burning. He was ready to snap at anyone who came into his reach. All he had was Margarine, but he really didn't want to snap at him.