His past Her future

iam'

I read the headlines of the newspaper loud, my eyes widening

rying into people's privacy?" I mutter, groa

ping it will calm me down. But, just as I am s

sitting upright, my

; my new assistant walks in, w

have been worried about Emily. Ever since she.

nd anger boiling in me. I clench my

sip?" I snapped, anger gett

ed, for every one of my subjects to tremble a

won't happen again."

repeats itself, Tiffany, I'm making sure you lose your

slowly, walking out

, rolling my eyes and

short-lived as I see my old life flash in my eyes; a ruthless cold

gasping for breath a

u're done with that life now." I

of the workday draws near, I pu

the glances and whispers of the staff.

me. I'm unfazed by their gossip. I have

e lobby, I notic

while. Why isn't she at work? "Not my problem

and climb into the car, zooming off into

car to take my briefcase but I barely notice them. My mind is elsewhere. I walk through

ation, young lady," I say,

s off the television, staring

rk? " I ask, my tone is

replies, her voice shaking. "I didn't

vely moves backward, her eyes wide in fear. I

ave to say?" I mocking smile appears on my lips. "Emily, th

an feel my breath on her face. My

e me angry?" I ask, my voice low and threat

ear. Do you

ead, her eyes

ask again, my voice bare

e replies, her

e silence in the room. I take it out of

ips. I have a meeting with him a

he room, without s

he city light blurs past me as I s

my ride. I walk into the bar and see Damian on the

around just in time and looks a

Damian was my brother when I was an assassin. I left th

beside him and

dy that fell in love with a cold-hearted assassin like yo

n that he'll as

gh. "You listen to g

n'" he says, a smile tugging beside his lips.

down in front of me. The hot liquid burns it

Nobody'," I say, my voi

d by the way he looks at me. He st

if I'm not mistaken, you had a one-night stand with her at a hotel, and now y

ing on my lips. "But I plan to end things with her t

ent is taking an interest in your relationship with her. They think you're using her to manipulate them, and

ling. "That can't be true,"

his?'" Damian replies, his eyes fixed on mine. "And I have a suggestio

rious," I say, shaking my head. "You want me to m

ff your scent. They'll think you're committed to her, and you're not lusting after her. They

ling in my head. Deep down, I know time is running out and I must act quickl

down the drink and shu