"So... who's dying today?" Renata swiveled in the old leather desk chair she stole from the 3rd floor.
"No list yet. Is Frank still off?" Henry looked over at his co-worker and wondered how much longer he'd have to look at her spiked hair and tired black nail polish.
"I think so. I guess we make our own list." She started to access the round filing cabinet labeled North America.
"Oh c'mon. Not th...
