[ WP ] `` Look , I do n't know how you were raised - but assassination is not an acceptable means of communication . ''

*Sigh~* Another hard day of work as the head of Romano family. I can ’ t believe how much *shit* I ’ ve had to deal with in the last month. I sit down behind my ornate desk and recline. A collection of field reports and intercepted enemy communications lay spread out in front of me. I pick one up at random and read through it. Tch, the Bertuccis are on the move again. I swear, it ’ s just one thing after another. I throw the letter in the shredder just as one of my servants enters the room. 
 
 “ Sir, Lady Elma is here. ” 
 
 Great! One more nuisance to deal with. I massage the bridge of my nose to alleviate the stress. 
 
 “ Let her in. ” 
 
 A small girl enters the room. Her head is tilted down to avoid making eye contact with me. The door clicks shut, and, as if triggered by the sound, the girl slowly and nervously walks forward. She stops a few steps in front of my desk. She locks her hands together in front of her and anxiously shifts her weight from one foot to the other. Her eyes dart about the room trying their best to look at anything but me. 
 
 “ What do you have to say for yourself? ” 
 
 “ … ” 
 
 “ Won ’ t you even admit to your mistakes? ” 
 
 “ I-I did nothing wrong! ” 
 
 “ Nothing wrong?! How can you not see that what you did was wrong? ” 
 
 She finally looks straight at me with tears in her eyes. Any normal person would say I ’ m being too harsh with her, but I know the true malice that lies behind those eyes. 
 
 “ I-I just wanted to make you happy… Everything I do is to make you *like* me more! ” 
 
 “ *Sigh~* Look, killing a man and sending his severed head to me is *not* acceptable! No matter how many love notes you stuff in its mouth, it ’ s still not okay! ” 
 
 “ But- ” 
 
 “ Shut up! I don ’ t want to hear it! ” 
 
 “ … ” 
 
 Seriously, this girl is just too much sometimes. I ’ ve been debating whether to get rid of her or not, but she ’ s the most talented and loyal assassin I ’ ve got. I just wish she wouldn ’ t bring home dead bodies all the time like some sort of cat. 
 
 “ But, Mr. Harold was such a mean person! He tried to hurt you! I just wanted to- ” 
 
 “ I *told* you to shut up! Kh… ” 
 
 It ’ s true, that bastard tried to *kill* me! Even after I entrusted *ten percent* of our narcotics operation to him he still stabbed me in the back. If I hadn ’ t taken my own motorcycle instead of the ‘ family ’ car I would ’ ve been dead in a ditch right now. 
 
 “ I get it… You were just looking out for me, but I can ’ t have you running around killing people without permission. ” 
 
 She goes back to looking dejectedly at the floor. 
 
 “ Hey, don ’ t get too depressed now… Look, the one thing that will make me the happiest is if you just follow my orders. Just kill the people I tell you to, and everything will be fine! ” 
 
 Her sweet, young face springs back up. 
 
 “ W-Will you fall in love with me then? ” 
 
 “ *Sigh~* I *do* have a wife and kids you know. There is no way *you* could ever be my lover. ” 
 
 I see her lips begin to quiver as she tries to hold back the tears. There ’ s a look of desperation in her shimmering eyes. Heh, she gave me the exact same face on the day I ‘ rescued ’ her from one of the Marino ’ s hideouts. It was a training facility for mercenaries and terrorists. They were sending their goons into our territory, so we had to take it out. I don ’ t know how *she* got there or what they did to her, but there she was, half starved, locked up in a cellar. I kicked down the door and scooped her up in my arms like some comic-book ‘ hero ’ or something. 
 
 “ Please! Love *me* instead! ” 
 
 I guess the experience must ’ ve really had an impact on her. 
 
 “ Even if I *wanted* to love you, I can ’ t. I ’ m already married, so give it up already! ” 
 
 “ *Sob* ” 
 
 She ’ s about to be crushed by despair when suddenly, her face switches from wretched sadness to sudden realization and finally to one of optimistic glee. 
 
 “ You can count on me, Mr. Romano! *Sniffle~* I ’ ll make sure we can live a *haaaappy* life together! ” 
 
 She finishes her sentence with a little giggle and rushes out of the room before anyone can stop her. *Sigh~* Why do I get the feeling that there ’ ll be another head stuffed in the mailbox by tomorrow?
