She’s been portraying herself as an asset, and I’ve dealt with her as my girl. Flirting. Teasing. Inviting her over without even money up front. Having fun, and thinking I could talk her around and charm her.
But I’ve gone about this all wrong.
I’m not taking her seriously, and I should. I absolutely must. She deserves my best work, and to respect her as a professional.
I message Aaron to let him know that I’ll deal with the pick-up, and open the app run by the Paddington Station mafia. It’s an anonymous handover method, a cross between a drop box, and a money transfer service. The ultimate way to pay or exchange items. And the Paddington mafia scrupulously guarantees anything that passes through his organisation.
Mostly, the Norwood mafia is a tight group who don’t use this facility, because we hire direct. But I have access.
I set up a drop for Bunny, going through all the security. She’ll need to pick up the money in person, and there will be no way for me to track her.
Blake
I’ve got a proposal for you.
Blake
I’ll give you half up front for meeting with me to discuss a job.
BunnytheKiller
Discuss?
Blake
Just to talk. No commitment to do the neutralisation.
BunnytheKiller
I’m listening.
Blake
I assume you’ve used Paddington Station. I’ve sent you the money.
The message goes read, and there’s a longer pause.
BunnytheKiller
I’ll consider it.
My guess is that she is reading up. I fidget like a kid waiting for Christmas. I’m excited. This could work.
BunnytheKiller
So I pick up the money from Paddington Station, and in exchange, we have a conversation.
Blake
In person. No digital trail.
BunnytheKiller
I never do in person. We can message.
Blake
Messages aren’t enough, Bunny. And they leave an unambiguous record.
