Barbara runs to the hospital from the office after she got the call The office at Wallace attempted suicide. (What the hell was he thinking.) She runs up to Randal. "What the hell happened?

"He seemed calm but so we asked him a few questions."

She sighs. "I told you not to ask him anything if I am not here." She sighs again. "What did you ask him?"

"You know you are not the only one experienced with these types of cases you."

He swore under his breath when she raised a brow knowing all too well what she wanted to say. "Oh forget it. We just asked if he can tell us what he looked like. We offered to show him some pictures. He started to get excited. Saying 'No pictures, never pictures. So we put the folder away.”

"Then what happened?"

"We asked him to describe him. Tall, medium, blue eyes, brown eyes. He says a tall demon came with eyes black as the abyss. His eyes widen like he has seen a ghost. He started screaming

“ What did you do ?”

Over and over again. “

”Screaming, “

“Now he will come back”.

“ The nurse sedated him so he so we thought he calmed down and drifted off to sleep. Next thing we know. He yells he’s coming before jumping out the window. Luckily we are on the fifth floor so he will survive. He's been moved to the mental ward”.

Barbara runs her forehead. "So you are saying our one witness has been rendered useless."

He looks away as he nods his head.

"Oh~! Fuck me. From the moment I left bae for work my life has turned to shit. "

She reached into her jacket for her vibrating phone.

"Jean, how's your day hon."

She threw her partner dagger stares.

"My day? Great, grab ‘em and lock'em. Nothing to it"

She raised her free hand in a claw shape, illustrating her desire to tear him apart.

"How about I take you to lunch. Oh, you can't. No that's okay maybe I can slip out for dinner. "

"Actually we have a later meeting."

"Of course we do." She grabs a mango from a nearby fruit basket hitting him in the stomach.

"Ooh!"

"Oh no don't worry Randal just has diarrhea. So how about breakfast. I know A nice place you will love. Okay bye."

She hangs up.

"Like I said shit and you are shit too. Oh. I don't want to even look at you anymore."

"Have you ever considered Anger Management."

Barbara stares him down.

"What are you talking about my temper is fine. My woman doesn't try to change me so why do you? Huh?"

She takes a step closer.

"So when did it become your turn to judge me."

An officer walked in as she was about to clock him.

"Shit? What did you do? You know I have to ride back with you guys. Can't you let her have a peaceful day?"

Slate made his rounds making nice and pleasantries. With investors, shareholders, and other important people inside and outside of the business circle.

I blond gentle starts making eyes from the center of the room. "Anthony, who is this guy? Why is he trying to charm me?"

"You are very good looking, Sir."

He glares his annoyance at his employee.

"I don't need you to tell me that. I want to know he is so I know his agenda."

"Charles Thorton, He is the Eldest son and prize heir of Ben Thorton, I hear he is a potential candidate for your marriage, Sir." He paused a moment before lowering his voice. "There's fifteen minutes before things change up. You can introduce yourself and lead him over, better yet I can go and Invite him on your behalf. That would be safer."

"No need I am sure father picked a professional. I can introduce myself. It gives me a chance to see what my would-be husband is like." Slate walks over plastering on a charming smirk. "Hello Charlie, Slate Pierce how's it going." He spoke in a voice warm and sweet like honey.

Charlie's eyes seemed to glaze over a little as his ears redden.

"Going great now that we finally meet. " He clasps the beautiful man's hand eagerly.

Two shots pierce through the window pricing Charlie in the arm and his father in the heart.

Slate steps back in shock as Anthony and the other guard quickly pulls him back from the window. They exit the building with everyone else scramming to learn.

Anthony eyes his stunned boss. "Sir there must have been a mix up with the timing."

"I don't care if there was! I was obviously in his line of sight! He should have known better!" He clenched his fist. "Where is he?"

The trusted guard face held a worried expression. "Sir the police will want to talk soon. We-"

"And they can after I break that fool’s legs."

"Sir please call down. There is no way to find him now. We can always take care of him at the next hit point. Yes. That's a good idea. We will do it that way then. "

Slate made his way around the cocktail party, throwing some banter and lively stories making sure people remembered he was there. He quietly exits the party leaving Anthony behind so people would think he was still there.

The gunman was setting up for his next mark. Dress in black wiring a black flu mask black cap with a charcoal hoodie over it and night vision goggles.

"Why do you guys always have the similar builds, do you all belong to the same gym or does my father have a secret taste he likes to keep on the low." The gunman freezes making Slate grin broaden, he loves the element of surprise. He adjusts his gloves. "After the stunt, you pulled today your services are no longer needed. Your contract has been canceled, by me." He held a butter knife from the cocktail party. He runs up performing the same move he had down with the spoon.

This guy was different, he saw the action coming. He grabs Slate’s wrists twisting the knife from his grip, sending him twirling backward. The metal fell with a clank to the floor. He ran up to sweep his legs but wasn't fast enough.

The young man quickly adjusted leaping up in mid-spin. Coming down on the mask man arm extended. One hand grips the shoulder, while the other flow to connect with a face.

The gunman captures the blow in his hand.

"Wrong move?" Slate crabs his arm around to pull him in a headlock from behind. A daring move. Unable to touch the floor he could only use his weight for the pressure.

The gunman used his strength to pull him around grabbing him by the waist. When guards arrived onto the roof they looked as if they were locked in a dance.

"Looks like your luck has run out the gunman." Slate mocks. "It's about time you guys show up. "Come help me deal with this jerk. I'm not bringing my liver out for this guy."

"Nice try pierce. It's obvious you are the one behind our boss shooting." Called a voice he did not recognize.

Young Pierce swore under his breath. "You're on your own gunman." He turns with his pistol drawn. "My love won't let me die. Even if I do he is waiting for me. Right, sweetheart. He winks to the custom metal?"

The stares at him. As the henchman laughs. "There was talk that you're not in your right mind lately. Ha! I guess it's true. Tell me! " He calls eagerly."Was it really a tragic love story?"

Slate brow twitch. "What the fuck would you know?" He blows a shot sending the guy to the floor.