| ALESSIO'S POV |6 YEARS AGO"Fancy some wine?" Cedric Schott offered. I nodded and watched as he fills two glasses of wine.Cedric Schott was a man in his early forties. He was ready to give me a hundred thousand dollars to kill a man."Who's the target?" I asked, sitting down on his seat in his own office. He clenched his jaw at my behavior."Is there a problem?" I asked when he didn't speak. He instantly nodded, pointing to me, "You're sitting on my chair.""So what?""It's my chair, my seat, my office, my house, my—" I cut him off. "You invited me here, didn't you?"He nodded, fixing his tie while I continue to speak, "So, deal with it.""But that's my sea—""Are you seriously going to make a fuss over a fucking chair, Scott? I have other places to me and you're wasting my god damn time!" I snapped, running a hair through my hair to calm myself down.
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