-- ❝ you got some nerve ❞
sooyeon hates this part of the job. she's never been good at scolding -- always the one to be scold due to her nature. but this is so much more than scolding, and while she presses her tongue against her cheek, sooyeon grumbles. "stupid. so stupid."
her fingers type in a message to the number presented. lee changsun -- hitman. apparently a good one, but not good enough.
-- since he apparently couldn't knock out one simple small fry. it made her snort, it made her scowl.
sms ; head to the alley a few streets away from the casino. near fifth street. failure to comply will result in immediate course of punishment. expected within the hour.
she clicks her tongue, and sends it -- swiping out of the screen. leaning against the wall, she hums a tune, and taps her foot, pursing her lips. she hates waiting, truly she does. she is as inpatient as they get and sooyeon just wants to be at home -- doing things she deems as more important.
but this in her job. her role -- what she signed up for. she's just lazy, and truth be told -- she doesn't want to get on the bad side of someone who could slit her throat. she doesn't expect it, but you never know when you say the wrong thing to someone who might snap.
...and so she sighs, and glances at the time on her phone.
fifty eight minutes left.