“I hate it out there.” A woman in a black dress sighed disgustingly as she sipped the last of her wine and placed her glass on the sterile-white tablecloth. “I can’t do this anymore. He showed me things I never wanted to see. He made me promises and lied to me.” She continued as she leaned back in her chair, glancing at the man in a sharp black suit on the opposite end of the table.
“…then we have a deal?” The man suggested in an idealized, nearly mechanical voice.
“Sure. The sooner I can really live, the better. He promised me real things, honestly I think this is more real than anything I’ve seen since I’ve been out.” She wiped a small bead of wine from her lip and neatly placed her napkin on the table.
He tossed a folder across the table. “Here are your directives and guidelines. I…expect that you will follow them exactly as they are given.”
She leaned over the table arms folded, with an air of sultriness in her voice and in her eyes. “Anything you need me to do.”
“Well good…” The dark-haired man smirked faintly behind his angular glasses. “Our meeting is concluded. That is all, miss…”
She raised a hand towards him, interrupting his sentence. “Don’t… I won’t have that name when I’m done.”
“…as you wish.” The man nodded and the two stood and parted ways.
The woman left the restaurant, cutting through the steadily-busy crowd of pedestrians towards the hardline at the corner as the phone began to ring. “Ugh… I *CENSORED* hate him…” She whispered to herself as she rolled her eyes and picked up the receiver, placing it to her ear and vanishing before the next wave of pedestrians came down the street.