Who is my target?

When the door cracked open, Scorpio stopped sharpening his blade and raised his gaze to stare at his man calmly walking inside, and then he asked in a dead tone, "What is it, Target?"

Lowering his gaze to the floor, Target hesitated and then mumbled, "There's an older lady out there asking about you."

"What does she want?" Scorpio asked impatiently, his gaze still on his blade, watching the spark of fire from every time he rubbed a little too roughly against it.

Flinching, Target took a step back and then mumbled, "She wants you to do a job for her, and she claimed to have the money to pay."

For a moment, Scorpio didn't even react or look up. Then he said, very softly but with enough annoyance in his voice, commanded, "Bring her to me."

After a slight bow, Target eyed his boss before walking away without another word, and Scorpio continued to sharpen his blade.

A couple of minutes later, the door opened again and Madam Jewel walked inside, clutching onto her purse with her face etc