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Travis looked up at Leah, his eyes meeting hers.
"No," he said, his voice hardly above a whisper.
"Although, I must say, you’ve done a good job," he added, his voice rising.He glanced at the man who was clearly agitated by the fact that Leah was talking to him."Do you get a lot of people like that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the man, who had now scooted closer to Leah. |
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" well he comes in every night only wanting me to surve him, but other than him no not really " sometimes she did fell uncomfortable with him there but she never said anything because she needed money for her rent and dog |
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“Hmm,” he murmured, scanning the room. It had grown quiet—too quiet. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls, filling the space with an eerie tension that Travis relished. “You know…” he said slowly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I could take care of him for you. He’d never bother you again.” His eyes gleamed—not with the joy of unwrapping a Christmas present, but with the dark thrill that came from doing something wicked. Travis usually kept his distance from other people’s problems. But something about men who took advantage of women—especially someone as striking as Leah—set his blood boiling. He shook himself from the thought and turned to her, anticipation flickering in his gaze, waiting for her answer. |
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" like what do you mean deal with him, you just gonna beat him up or something " she needed to look like she was doing something so her boss didn't yell at her after her shirt like he normally did although she was pretty sure it was already gonna happen, so she picked up a glass and a few liquors and mixed them together for the man in front of her and handed him the drink |
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"Either way," he said, smirking. He accepted the drink and stared at it, lost in thought. He had a meeting the next day—or rather, a time when he would simply sit and endure the lively conversation of the next victim. Dull, really. He shrugged and downed the drink in one go.
"May as well enjoy the evening... while it lasts," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. |
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She was confused by his either way comment so she just had to ask " what do you do for work " she asked and took his glass after he put it back down " and do you want another " she asked another question then shut up she looked down at the glass and grabbed a rag and wiped it out |
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He quickly looked up. "You know... work," Travis said, trying to remain calm. Whenever he told someone what he really did, they ran—far away. So he preferred to keep it a secret at all times. He glanced at the drink and sighed. "Yeah, why not? So, have you always wanted to work here?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room. |
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She made him the other drink this time she mixed a few different drinks " no I want to work somewhere better because this place sucks donkey dick " she sighed and handed him the drink |
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"Yeah I bet" He said accepting the drink, "You know..... you could come work for me" he said his smile turning sinister, "Although it's pretty hard work" he smiled and placed the drink down |
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She looked to him thinking about getting this other job, I mean her boss would be hot as fuck, but oh well she won't get distracted from work " what kind of work would I do " she asked because he never told her what he did for work anyway |
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