Snippet #1104018

A pair of long legs stretched out with a thud as shiny black combat boots took up residence on the edge of the desk. Kitten Turner yawned, a mixture of boredom and fatigue on dominating her features. Her precious sleep was interrupted last night after an unruly customer tried to get greedy and take more than he paid for. The situation was quickly dealt with though, after a little ruffling up from some of the guards the man was tossed out like trash. 'He was alive wasn't he...' She thought about it for a second, idly filing her fingernails, sometimes her guards got a little carried away. He wasn't still at there when she woke up so he must be alive or something. Shrugging off the thought the dark-haired female opened up a drawer under her desk and produced a lockbox, inside was half of the money her precious girls pulled in the previous night. A wide grin spread across her face as she counted out all of the hundreds. "Did I ever tell anyone how much I love my job?" She asked to no one in particular. When the phone rang she safely secured the money and locked it away again, snatching the phone up with one hand and lighting the cigarette that rested between her lips in another.

It was Lilly, one of the very few people she was able to tolerate. Before she even got a chance to say something the female had hung up the phone. "What the hell? Must be urgent." Releasing a wispy cloud of smoke Kitten sat back, dropping her boots on the ground, then leaned forward, propping her elbows up on the desk. She didn't mind when they came to stay at all, the fact that they were all serial killers barely phased her at all. She was pretty aquainted with them so whenever they called and needed somewhere to lay low for a while, Kitten made sure there was space for them. Out of the corner of her emerald eyes she noticed Martin was playing something and talking to himself. She watched him with feline eyes until he spoke to her.

"Well it sounds like your friends will be visiting," she said with a grin, "must be the cops after them or something." Kitten rarely watched the news so she didn't know what exactly was going on. She'd been too consumed with handling her business to worry about what was going on in the news. Snapping she looked around for one of her bodyguards, "Rick just the guy I was looking for, do me a favor sweetie. We have some guest that'll be arriving soon, make some comfortable space will you." She made a hand motion as if she were shooing him off before turning her attention back to counting her money.