Gemma had been at this game for y e a r s at this point and was good at what she did, building up a following and a reputation for herself. Something that few could say they could gain, especially with there being so much competition and many quickly fading to the back, lucky to pick up a few jobs a year. And, to Gemma, you get what you pay for. You pay the premium price. You get the best. Though money meant nothing to Gemma, it helped her know that they were serious about employing her, not there to waste her time. The more money you pour into something, the more likely they will not back out. Crossing her arms, she eyes the other. 'So, who the hell was this guy? He has to be new or very stupid. Her name should have given him enough information to know she doe not mess around.’ “Aw, you think I care about what you think of my prices?” Scoffing, she returned to cleaning her weapon, killing time before heading out to scope out where her target would be later that night. Gemma liked to get a lay of the laid before she tried anything. It saved her ass from narcs a few times.
“What makes me worth it? Like I have something to prove to you, kid. I’ve been doing this shit before you could fucking talk.” Her eyes roll, paying little to no attention to him. “People pay for my skills and my confidentiality, I don’t ask questions, and I get the job done. I know this might hurt your feelings that you aren’t the best, but it’s the facts. If you could have handled it, they would have hired you. Besides, why does it matter to you how much I charge?”
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