Chapter Three

"I know some people might want this but I'm sorry i can't kill." she says shaking her head refusing to listen to the devil in her head.

 It was not what she was born for and she knew. 

She knew none of her parents especially her mother would be proud go her. That would not be the woman she had born and raised with love, she'd break to death.

"My God, your imagination works way too far," paused Clara feigning a surprised gesture. "It's not about killing; wouldn't you like to make them pay? Or lose everything too, suffer maybe. And experience the hell they put you through." she asks and June only stays silent whilst a raging battle goes on her oblique side that only she knew.

"I think I'm too busy for your job." June says going back to her cleaning.

"I can help you." Clara paused her fingers grazing the bottle she drunk from but June ignired her still,

"With your mother and a nice Cheque." Clara says which suddenly caught June's attention.

If anything she was fed up with was chatting with this mysterious woman who had just appeared from no where and she disliked the fact that she knew almost everything about her, and that only threatened her than make her have a space to wonder.

For June ite was all too much and sometimes she felt so tired of living playing all the roles in every place that she thought she was everyone's puppet, and was this woman wanting to taint the rich any different? She didn't want to find out. But she knew she had leant to trust a few people and trust no one when it came to some things.

"Another round?" June asks Clara turning to her job.

All she needed was to think before she started doing the right thing or digging her grave unknowingly.

"No. I'm fine." Clara says finishing her beer and sliding a small white card alongside it before standing up.

"you know the gravity gets loose on the weekends." she says before disappearing into the crowd advising June to smile, with a beaming smile as if she wasn't the same woman who appeared seconds ago and offered June a revenge plan with prize money.

June collected the bottle and the card and thought about her words and their conversation and all that she has offered; she stared at the card for a long time before a voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Alert! Trouble men." the same waitress returned and sat on the stools, leaning on the counter she faced the door.

"I'd prefer to be somewhere else than here right now." June says rolling her eyes as a bunch of high school kids pour in.

"Are they even legal?" she asks the girl who just licks her lips and winks at one of the boys who catch her attention.

"I don't know but something in their pants told me they're way too legal." she says sliding off the stool.

"Cindy!" June almost yells taken by surprise.

"What? I couldn't resist that rod or the money." she defends herself.

"That's not normal, because right now you're officially a rapist. look at them they were born yesterday." says June as the two look at the boys sitting at the last booth in the corner, one of them signals Cindy over and she turns around and winks at June while purposefully sticking her boobs out a little bit.

"Now I'll go say hi to my sugar babies." she says and disappears while June drastically shakes her head.

"She never gets old." she says to herself her eyes dropping to the name written on the card in bold black letters.

'Clara Donovan' she unconsciously chants as vivid images of the woman's different versions of smiles she had smiled appear in her mind.

With a sigh and a confroting 'you never know' as her defense she tucks the card inside her pocket of her pants.