Something Creative (One-on-One)

She rolled her eyes, glancing over her shoulder to merge lanes.

“And what makes you think I’m going to take you to my house?”

 

“You’re the one with the knife. Could you loosen up, by the way? I’m not going anywhere; we’re on the highway for Christ’s sake.”

 

“Please? I can’t think of anywhere I’d like to go for my last day with sharp metal pressing against my neck.”

 

“What exactly do you think I’m going to do, Mr. Cael? You clearly have the power here. I just can’t completely relax with a knife to my neck.”

 

“Because it’s the decent thing to do,” she said primly. “I mean, if I’m going to die today, I’d appreciate a little leniency.”

 

“So you would get your money! It’s not my fault you couldn’t follow that line of logic. I was technically helping you.”

 

“I’m an assassin, Mr. Cael. I did a job I was given, and I attempted to help you as well. It’s not my fault you didn’t take the hint.”

 

“My employer,” she said with a smooth shrug. “Weren’t you doing the same?”

 

“It varies, and I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss this with you.”

 

She rolled her neck in relief, nodding to herself. They had been driving through a town and she looked around.

“Thank you.”