“And I get paid double?” she breathes slowly.
He pops another fry in his mouth, then presses his pointer knuckle above his lips, he nods, then swallows. “You won’t be connected to anything that I do at all. Your name won’t appear anywhere,..”
She stares down at her cold burger. Veronika licks her dry lips. She needs this money. Bad. But at what cause was she willing to get it? When was far to far?
“Is it dangerous?”
A glare in his glasses blocks her from seeing the look he gives her. Veronika doesn’t need to see it. She feels it. Following that, her future employer, lover, and discreet regret glances to his left. His profile now in full view. He puzzles his fingers together, forming a single fist.
“Yes,”
“I can handle anything,” her own word surprise her. It catches his attention, even puts a smile on his face.