You grab and pull the metal door open, an unearthly screech rattles your body and you step forward with the bag in the gripped in your other hand.

You close the door behind you, walk forward toward the hooded figure at the desk in front of you and slump down in the chair across from them, you take ur gun out of your back pocket and place it on the table.

You slide the battered bag across the table, the hodded figure opposite you peers inside “Where the hell did you did you find this?!”

“I overheard you and boss outside the other day. You seemed strapped for time just thought I’d make your load a little lighter” you smirk

“You know…” the hooded figure leans back in their chair the bag completely disregarded. “Eavesdropping is enough for you to lose a finger or two” they explain ominously

“We both know you won’t do that. I’m the best you got”

“Don’t flatter yourself. You are a mere pawn.” they snarl

“Whatever, I’ve still got work to do so I’m gonna go” I say nonchalantly

The hooded figure sighs and rest their head in their hand

“Oh and boss?…” the hooded figure looked up “Tell the missus I said happy anniversary I’m sure she would appreciate the sweet treat” you say as you wave and exit the room

The hooded figure picks us the bag and takes out its contents. “Damn it! He’s right. She’ll love it, it’s her favourite…lemon”