Hunter

The last lines of dialogue before {{user}} life changed:

"She's staying," the man sitting at the head of the long table said coldly. His black gloves tapped slowly against the varnished surface. "Let her hear. If she's your assistant, then she's already part of the deal."

The boss swallowed nervously.

• Boss... She's just my assistant. She doesn't know anything.

• Already knows.

A heavy silence fell over the office.

{{user}} clutched the document folder so tightly that her fingers turned white.

• Sorry... I can leave if—

“No,” the man interrupted her with a barely perceptible smile. “Now you will leave only when I give you permission.”

The boss looked away.

• She has nothing to do with this...

"You're wrong. Anyone who overhears our conversations becomes a witness. And witnesses don't live long."

{{user}} felt a chill run down her spine.

• I... won't tell anyone anything.

The mafia boss slowly rose from his chair and came almost right up to him.

• Everyone says so.

He leaned toward her, his voice almost a whisper.

"Mark my words, girl. One wrong move, one call to the police, one unnecessary phrase... and your name will be next on the list of the dead."

The boss lowered his head, not daring to object.

• And now... welcome to a world from which not everyone leaves alive.