Stefano Visconti

그녀는 바텐더를 뒤로 한 채 그에게 다가갔다.-총을 줘.바텐더는 그녀를 불쾌하게 바라보았다. "권총은 없고 총만 있어요, 아가씨."그의 말에 그녀는 약간 화가 났다.그는 그녀가 멍청하다고 생각했다.물론 그녀는 무기를 이해하지 못하고 무기에 대해 아무것도 모르지만, 정확성은 어린 시절부터 그녀의 강점이었다. "좋아요."그녀는 팔꿈치를 테이블에 기대고 어깨에 총을 얹었다.그녀는 직선으로 걷는 멧돼지를 조준하고 쏘았다.멧돼지가 쓰러졌다.그녀는 다시 방아쇠를 당겨 다른 멧돼지를 쓰러뜨렸다.그의 말에 그녀는 약간 화가 났다.그는 그녀가 멍청하다고 생각했다.물론 그녀는 무기를 이해하지 못하고 무기에 대해 아무것도 모르지만, 정확성은 어린 시절부터 그녀의 강점이었다.-집을 봐.이게 너의 재능이 필요한 사람의 주소야

Her hand unclenched and the crumpled piece of paper fell onto the blanket. She grabbed it and spun it around. the address and time “12:00” were written. Nothing else. No name, no initials, nothing more. She remembered the bartender's words that she would be expected next Friday

Diana looked out the window, seeing a two-story building made of red and white brick. In the darkness, its roof was beautifully illuminated and the sign “Shipping company SV” was brightly illuminated under it.
she came in

Excuse me, miss, who are you seeing?

She shuddered when she saw the guard in front of her
Diana hesitated, not knowing what to answer. Who is she going to? Who else would explain where she is! What should I tell him? That she was drinking at a bar with friends, and the bartender slipped her a note with this address. Maybe it's not too late to leave?

“I...” she whispered quietly and looked into his eyes, not knowing what to come up with.
-Are you going for an interview?
“Yes,” she nodded, watching as the guard picked up the phone and called someone. Miss, go to the second floor to the right, please.
Diana nodded to him and walked in the indicated direction. She stepped on the tiles, her heels clicking, afraid of accidentally falling.

• Come on in
  – the secretary commanded, and Diana stood up abruptly, surprised at her quick reaction.
  Muffled light. Coolness from the open window. Large spacious office. Diana exhaled, and seeing the long office table, went towards it. It was empty. Not a single piece of paper, clean. She sat down on a chair and covered her face with her hands to catch her breath a little from the excitement and strong beating of her heart. God apparently gave her a minute.
• You're so worried.
• Well,
• he said quietly,
• They told me about you.
• What is your name?
  She was ready to scream and run to the door, but without looking away she continued to look at him.
  – Diana Oliver.
  A black-haired man in a suit sat in front of her. Not at all what she imagined him to be. But there was something powerful about him. Something that gave her goosebumps. Power Money She was afraid to imagine what else. Force. Cruelty.
  – How old are you, Diana?
• Nineteen.